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

"That's hot."

"Mr. Melmie will be soaked..."

When Richay squeaks as he fans himself with a dough fan, a good Mermie throws his upper body out to the table.

It is a summer festival. It's summer already.

Temperatures rise with a gust, and the no-layer on the cloud has the sensation of being burned by twitching just one step outside combined with the intensity of the sun.

Teten was stuck on the floor without even being able to hold his knees in the corner of the room furthest from the window, and I was sending a light breeze to Teten with my fan.

Due to the low humidity of the no-layer on the cloud, it feels pretty cool even if the wind just hits it, but it is still hot when it comes out in the sun direction.

"... the sun, to kill, to come"

Teten groans with a groaning and misheard voice of discouragement and hegemony.

"It's summer, so I know it's coming up, but in the fall, you're gonna give up."

"... if they killed me, I would have disposed of the example..."

"Why don't you do your best?"

I guess the example bump is a lily novel.

... Let's keep it safe. I read it back.

"I think it's time we had some water herbal tea. Who wants it, raise your hand."

"I want it."

"Give it to Melmie, too."

"... drink"

Teten, you're alive.

Dropping Richay off into the kitchen, I think of the balcony on the roof.

I just went to get some water in the morning, so I can remember in detail.

"You're worried the herbs won't get hit in this heat."

"What, you're not well with amane herbs?

"Don't say amane herbs. I'm going to drink the herbal tea I made with it."

"Mr. Melmie, this is a good one."

I think that's just Melmie though.

Maybe there's something wrong with my sensibility, so I'll watch Teten just in case.

Oh, you still look so bad about this.

This pisses me off.

"Anyway, since the herbs are shriveling in this heat and direct sunlight, I need to think about moving them indoors or something"

"There's no place to put it, is there?

"That's where it is."

There are ways to move it to the front door of the house or something and move it to chase the shadows, but I have work to do during the day, so it's hard to chase a shadow that changes shape day and clock.

It's a holiday, so I can relax in the house from within the sun, but I also feel like using this calm time to travel down the herbs.

"I was worried about herbs when I picked them, too."

Richay, who came out of the kitchen, joined the conversation. A cup for four and a pot of watered herbal tea are placed on top of the basin.

Melmie stood up and headed to the kitchen to get a tea contract.

When Richay, who sat on the couch, invited Teten, who was still in the corner of the room, to hand, he just waited. Teten stood up and sat next to Sora and Richay.

Richay talks as he pours herbal tea into a cup for the number of people.

"I'm not well enough to hesitate to pick it. If you don't hit me right now, I'm gonna die."

I drink the herbal tea that Richay brewed for me, and I look up.

"If Richay thinks so too, I knew I'd have to hit my hand. Shall I just keep a small bowl inside?"

"If there's an easy shelter or something, I think it'll be better."

"If you put enough deep shelter to cast a shadow on that herbal planting pot, the house's design collapses"

It's possible to build more, but I don't want to offend the foolishness that inadvertently upsets the current balance and makes it inappropriate.

With this in mind or not, Melmie brought home some tea treats.

"Mr. Melmie is in favor of creating shelter, too."

"Okay. I'll just think about the design. Oh, Teten's opinion is good."

There's no way Teten would disagree with what Richay and Melmie are saying.

After I finished my herbal tea, I left the living room while I borrowed a cup of tea treats.

My work room is ahead of us.

Brighten up the room by opening the door, entering, opening the curtains and taking in the sun.

"Our blueprints are definitely around here"

If I looked at the shelves from the edges, I found the blueprints on the inside.

Look at the blueprints to test your memory and make sure you can build more shelter than you thought.

The weight issue has cleared up quite a bit of room, and later design?

I wake it up once with the design I was assembling in my head, and then pack the details compared to the lateral view of our house, etc.

Because our homes are made with the concept of modern housing, we need to think about designs and materials that won't break the concept.

The weather effects are about daylight due to the cloud not-surface, and can also be employed in land roof shelters that cannot be used in the cloud not-surface layer or the like.

That's why, considering the shelter parallel to the roof balcony...

"Like this?"

There may be more neighbors in the future, or should I try to block my sight because it's just fine?

Reviewing the blueprints, the door was knocked.

"Amane, how's it going?

Richay opens the door and comes in and asks about the progress.

"I'm just finishing up. I'm going to list the ingredients and stuff right now, so I'm going to ask for an order."

"Okay. What do craftsmen do?

"Mermie's all right"

"- Did you call my dear Mr. Melmie?

Show Melmie the blueprint, who has smiled from next to Richay for a moment.

"I'll have Melmie make this by herself."

"I can't help it. I can't even make shelter without Mr. Melmie."

"I don't think Melmie can make shelter without Amane designing it either."

"Richay, don't say that."

"Me and Melmie can't order without Richay."

There's nothing I can't do about it, but it's definitely gonna take some time.

Tetten leaned her neck as she pointed at herself with her face out from behind Melmie.

"Teten will help me put the herbs in front of the house during the construction period"

"... disappointed"

Twenty days later like that, our roof balcony had a splendid shelter to offer.

As we clear the tools and scraps, Richay and Teten come.

"It's done?

"Oh, how about this?"

"Mr. Melmie, I did my best! Like this round window!

The round window Melmie pointed at to make a hard appeal is open to the side wall to support the shelter.

The trapezoidal side walls with long upper edges bordering the shelter are increased from the walls of the upstairs part of our house on the north side, which is L-shaped, and cut diagonally on the south side.

For the deep shelter, the walls of the supporting sides are also large in area. For this reason, the round window that Melmie struggled with this time was opened because it looked wild in the distance. The radius is about the length of my arms, and the positive circular round windows add a touch of fun to the side walls, successfully reducing the appearance of toppiness.

The key shelter covers up to about half of the roof balcony, allowing herbs to be evacuated into the shadows, depending on the angle of the day but with plenty of room.

In the future, it would be quicker to build a separate house if there were to be more potted plants. There is also an office in the lower cloud.

"I knew it would be cool to have a shadow."

Richay looks out the round window and narrows her eyes to the intensity of the sun. The golden hair reflected the sunlight and was sparkling.

After I finish cleaning up, I speak to Richay and the others.

"Can you help me bring in the planting pot?

"Okay."

"Aisa."

"... I have something to do"

Though Richay and the others received a colorful response, Teten rarely acts with Richay and the others.

I'd look up at the sky wondering if it would even rain after I'd just made shelter, but if you think about it, this is a cloudy no-layer. It is of unaffected height even if it rains.

Driving out the unwilling won't do me any good, and I went back indoors with Richay and the others with a trash can filled with dandruff.

"Teten, what do you do?

"... Here's what you're looking forward to"

"I'll keep my expectations high and huge like clouds."

"Isn't it too big?

"It's a cloud, so you shouldn't be crushed by hung expectations."

No matter how weak the tetens will be fine. I'm sure, probably.

Take the trash can with the sawdust out and transport the planting pot to each of the three of us, Richay and Melmie, instead.

As we went up the stairs next to the front door and out from the second floor to the roof balcony, Teten had charcoal ready.

"Oh, barbecue?

I even have a grill ready.

Teten, who had charcoal in his hand with his military hands, looked back and nodded small. It seems my predictions were met.

"... of Amane, no meat"

"Right. Then we'll call Mr. and Mrs. Marcto and get some lamb bird meat."

"Liar. Amane's share, too..."

Teten, who looked panicked when he heard he was going to call Markt, immediately withdraws his foreword.

I wish I could be honest from the start.

While he seemed to regret it, he nervously arranged the charcoal like a heat source manager, and Teten went to the kitchen to pick up the ingredients before lighting them.

You thought I'd call Marcto if I didn't show him the evidence meat soon.

Richay and Melmie are strangely necked by Teten, who runs uncommonly.

"It's unusual for Teten to be running. What's wrong with you?

"I'm in a hurry not to look like rain."

Because it was a rhetoric not found in this world, Richay beckons me wonderfully. Melmie seems to have intuitively understood, and I see, he nodded.

"I'm not sure. No."

He didn't even understand Melmie. I'm just wondering what was going to happen.

Richay notices the barbecue grill and looks back at the indoor where Teten ran off.

"From the grill and the charcoal, Teten went to get the ingredients."

"Richay's deducing! Mix it up, too, Mr. Melmie."

"The killer is Melmie, it's you."

"What killer!?

Mixed with reasoning elements, Melmie is stunned.

But Richay gently placed the herbal pot on the balcony, pointing to it.

"I know. that Mermie purchased the still-soft coyote thigh in the market one year old."

"... why did you do that?

Oh, the one I found last night.

I didn't take the smell out of the herbs, so I called the kitchen to show the real thing, wondering if Richay, who doesn't know the common sense, left it for me to buy.

Right. That was lamb, so to speak, that meat.

"It was a plan to use that meat, which is pretty good, to please us tomorrow. Isn't that right?

"Oh, Mr. Melmie's perfect crime plan is being spotted!

We're good friends, but I don't see a landing spot.

But it seems I was the only one who didn't keep up with the story, and Melmie laughed furiously, and scratched up her forehead with a move she wanted to act on.

"If you know that much, you have no choice. Let's get ahead of the plan. That's why Mr. Melmie's getting the murder weapon out of the kitchen."

It's about meat, isn't it? It's a non-stylish rhetoric, but it's about meat, isn't it?

Richay walks out, too, as he follows Mermie as she walks into the house with Patapata.

"Shall I prepare a drink? Amane, if you're a potted plant, can you please?

"It's okay. Leave it to me."

That's how our meal today is barbecue. Some of them, Jingiscan.