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

Buy tickets in line that was order and cross the bridge.

"It's crowded."

The old lady walking behind me calls out and nods back.

"I've heard stories, but I'm surprised at how busy they are."

"Brother, you've never seen this theater before."

My old lady turns her gaze to the aerial theater built on the bridge.

I was coming to an aerial theater that I built just before I got excited about the village of Tacax.

There was no audience when I built it, and the only first gig that took place shortly afterwards was an invitee, so this is my first experience of lining up as an audience.

Regular-looking old ladies keep watching the theater.

"It's not every day, but we always line up before and after the act changes. Today they changed from theatre to cursive art, so this is how they line up."

"Was it the date of the play change? With reason."

As I proceeded to align myself with the movement of the line as I spoke with my grandmother, I entered to flow from the bridge to the aerial theatre.

The passage is bright because the top and bottom of the wall let the sun shine slightly through.

"It's strange, isn't it? There are no windows, but this passage is bright. I feel unusual from here on out, and my aunt likes it."

Auntie - Auntie says pleasantly as she walks down the aisle.

I look at the aisle wall. It's a vertical arrangement of wooden planks. At the foot of the wooden plank and near the ceiling is through light from the outside because of the gap, but you won't know until you observe it carefully.

Find them selling pamphlets and give the seller a voice.

"Three, please"

"Is that three? Please wait."

The seller was bewildered for a moment, as some customers would buy multiple sheets but seemed to have a rare category for the price.

My aunt looks at me strangely.

"I don't think it's for a souvenir, do you?

"It's for preservation, ornamental and preaching."

It's a lie, though.

Actually, one for everyone in the office, one for Kanes to show off, and one for Ji-chan.

Stick three brochures in your pocket and go to the theatre hall.

"Well, then, because your aunt is in the other seat. Have fun."

"Thank you. Somewhere else."

"Yeah, someplace else"

Wave your hand off your aunt, check the number of the ticket and get to your seat.

Today's performance sounds like a bend, but what does it look like? Would you rather not look at the brochure?

Don't watch the pamphlet at home and immerse yourself in the aftermath. I turn my gaze to the stage.

It's a proscenium-style theater with fan-shaped seating against the stage. It's the same as some opera where the Phantom comes out.

Just overall bright, wide skies behind the stage. Most of the light that reaches the theater hall comes in through the big window behind the stage.

A blonde boy rose on the stage and gracefully gave a toast to the hibiscus audience.

The act begins.

From fast fire with bows and arrows to manipulation of trained birds.

The technique of flying ten brightly colored birds endlessly was bright and beautiful in appearance and artistically stained.

Because it has a lifespan of only a thousand years and the customer's eyes are fat, it is highly demanding and highly sophisticated.

The act ends while I forget the time and enjoy it, and the next act begins while I can't even breathe.

Enjoyed plenty and when I was getting reasonably tired, I was told the end of my speech.

It is brilliantly calculated and exhausted to the end.

When you take your seat and leave the theatre hall, take the windowless aisle to the exit, as you did on admission.

As you said before, they don't sell brochures on the exit side. While the customers who missed buying at the entrance were unfortunate, I heard them discussing whether to come back.

Thoughtfully guided. I've bought three pamphlets. That's not what I can say.

If you go down the aisle and dive the exit, it's the everyday world already.

Passengers crossing the bridge can also see well from the exit. Unlike the entrance, the line does not stagnate very often, so the aim seems to be to make passers-by aware by mixing and walking what regresses to the daily routine.

I look up at the sun and gauge the approximate amount of time when I loosen up my body so as not to disturb it.

It's not even lunchtime yet.

Even if I relax, I'll be able to get to the Salatin city where Mr. Friends is today.

I took a rest at the inn and then left for Salatin City.

The city of Salatin was even busier than it used to be when it came to participate in the redevelopment plan for the neglected village of Kramt.

I look around the long time Salatin city and show my face to the restaurant.

Salatin cities that import mushrooms from the skyscraper Yoinsley are also famous for their delicious cuisine.

I would love to eat mushrooms anyway and order mushroom-filled cream pasta and matra cold soup.

"- Could it be, Brother Ama?

If there was a young girl's voice and her face up, there was a girl who looked at me seriously with one hand the order slip.

I just turned twenty, so I guess the expression daughter is more correct than girl.

"I knew it was my brother Ama!

My daughter, with her hands on the table in a van, brings her face closer to me.

"I don't think you remember. Live next door to Mr. Flengs and get him to play a lot -"

"Here, Mummy! I'm not nagging customers."

An elderly woman, like the cook's general, heard the noise and grabbed the collar behind your daughter, called Mumay, and the table peeled off.

"Sorry, customer... I've seen that somewhere"

As she stared at me and frowned at me as far as the general, Mumay proudly breasted for some reason. Pretty good.

"It's my brother Ama. Brother Amane, the apprentice of Mr. Friengs."

"Oh, Amane!? Isn't that Mr. Flengs' only apprentice? What's the matter? In a corner like this. Here, regular group there, open the counter."

Mummy and I were pulled from the table and abducted to the counter.

Mumay, who sits tightly next to him and is off his job as a supplier, pokes his cheek cane in the counter seat.

"When did you come back? You're already a bridge builder, aren't you? How long can you stay? Are you staying with Mr. Flengs?

"Mummy, don't ask a bunch of questions at once. Amane, you must be in trouble."

When the general cautions, the yaj flies from a regular group that has been kicked out of the counter seat.

"Amane, you have guts, so I'm not in trouble to that extent. Don't bully me more."

"Later and earlier, Amane, you're the only architect who turned things into things with Mr. Flengs."

"The bet on how many months to escape is gone since you, Amane."

"I lost 200 iron coins on that bet. It reminds me of what happened yesterday."

"Yesterday and nothing. Ten years ago, right?

"It's been twenty years."

"It's not recent. I'm sure he remembers clearly."

haha, chest up as Mumay has won a regular group that speaks out loudly. Seems habitual.

"You made a lot of money on Brother Ama!

"Oh, really?

I'm supposed to be old enough to be playing around with the mummy at the time. I've dated a couple of times, too.

Tech followed me after the boy and girl in the neighborhood and came to me well saying he left me because I was just a little girl.

Speaking of which, he was being defrauded by his future husband (insurance) or something.

Regular groups laugh bitterly.

"You're the one who gave out one iron coin to bet pennies. It's funny, so if you let me join you, I'll win one. Or cancer."

Did you think that winning alone meant that I would escape on the way, except for Mumay?

I don't know what it is because all the disciples have escaped, but how scared is Mr. Friengs?

I ask Mummy because she's intrigued.

"By the way, what happened to the money you made by winning one?

"Your mother said she'd keep it and they took it all..."

I laughed with the regular group.

- So you walked down the street with Mummy?

When he arrived at Mr. Friends' house and told him what was going on, Mr. Friends said as he was convinced looking out the street through the window.

"Mummy doesn't look like a woman either."

It was Mr. Friends' wife, Mr. Cyry, who joined the conversation.

"Until recently, Amane, I'll hold you to your leg and be your daughter-in-law - what did you say?"

"That happened, too. Was it time for one of your boyfriends to do it?

"Oh, you don't have to go in exploring, you just have to ask Mummy directly. 'Cause I'm sure you'll love it."

That's not what I'm trying to do. I wonder if it means no boyfriend yet that I won't be bothered.

The Salatin city has a large population, and it will be better viewed.

"Oh, yes, I've also seen the eyeglass bridge built by Mr. Friends."

It's the Lenticular Truss Bridge from my last life.

"Both the Kramt Village Public Hall and the Salatin Urban Church looked big, as we heard in the pre-assessment on Beauterrum. You don't know how awesome it is until you actually cross it."

"Ha, you know what I'm saying?"

Mr. Cyry gently slaps Mr. Flengs on the shoulder laughing with his nose.

"That's how you slap meaningless haters again"

"Facts, facts"

"Really? Hey, hey, Amane, you listen to me for a second."

Mr. Flengs points me at the spearhead of the conversation and Mr. Cyry continues with a grinning grin as usual.

"Amane, because you won the fifth place at the Beauterrum Bridge Design Competition, this guy got drunk all night by himself."

"Bullshit, how dare you!

"Facts, facts"

I'm not proud to win. I'm just smiling, Mr. Cyry, and I'm going to regret it, Mr. Friends.

The power relationship seems the same.

Mr. Flengs sees it as a bad situation, or he's going to try to change the subject or he's going to ask me a question.

"Is Amane old enough to start thinking about marriage or something?

"Richay or Melmie, which one are you going to do? Or maybe you've got another good guy?

I caught on to Mr. Flengs' story lightly to Mr. Cyry.

Marriage?

Takakus has become a town, too, and I guess we should think about it.

"You haven't really thought about it yet."

"Oh, really?

"My life is too comfortable right now. Mr. Flengs confessed in love with Mr. Cyry's handicrafts, didn't he?

"It is. If this person..."

"I think it's about Amane now. Don't let it get out of your way."

I got hit in the head.

"I thought I'd ask you for more information. I wonder how you confessed, or something."

"You're trying to hear more than I ever imagined, this guy."

"Mr. Cyry told me about you before."

"Become, when!?

All sorts of things when I was a disciple. Mr. Cyry told me about it with the mummies.

You didn't even think the Mumais knew about it, Mr. Flengs held his head.

Mr. Cyry laughs corny.

"Isn't that nice? It won't be anything less. If you think of it as a recommendation of happiness, it's more like an increase."

"That's right. I don't think Mr. Flengs is losing his majesty."

"I don't know about you guys..."

"Look, I don't feel so down. I'll make you something to like this evening."

I laughed and encouraged Mr. Flengs, who was powerless, to disappear into the kitchen.

Mr. Flengs finally got back on his feet, he sighed deeply and raised his face.

"But, you know, Amane became the mayor of the town. Thirty. You've just started thinking about getting married there, but you can't even relax. Build one of the early heirs."

"You don't know if your eldest son wants to take over the trail."

"It's hard to be a kid, though."

After his marriage, Mr. Flengs is still not blessed with children after three hundred years.

Maybe I can't help it because I sometimes fly around the scene as a bridge-builder.

"Because I'm busy, I don't want to break the relationship, so it's the same thing they think. Don't even brave enough to smash it all up, don't think we'll ever be together, no guts."

"That's convincing, says Mr. Friengs, who confessed to Mr. Cyry that he wanted hand-cooked food until he died with a bouquet of flowers."

"... Amane, I'll teach you to study till dinner. Hey, get up."

Shit, that was too much.

Think as you head to the work room about Mr. Flengs.

I guess it's time to inspire courage.

For one thing or another, I'm still worried about it.