Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"... caveman"

I got off the rope that was hung up and the first thing I said was that.

It is a complete underground cave, just connected to the office by a vertical hole. Whether it was also a waterway somewhere, I could also hear the pungent sound of droplets of water.

Naturally, it's dark, and there's nothing in the light source.

"Light (Light)"

Knitting magic in your palms to create light.

Life magic, one of those things called, which creates a light source anywhere.

Basically, witchcraft can be divided into four parts: life witchcraft, attack witchcraft, defensive witchcraft, and idiosyncratic witchcraft.

Life magic is the right name, and it's about magic that is so close to life that it creates light, stretches the line of insect control, and then cuts food and cleans the room. This magic is one of the basic mastery learning in the Empire and is also taught to the civilian population.

And attack witchcraft, defensive witchcraft, are also as the word goes, primarily to attack enemies and prevent witchcraft from them. Around here are common such as the basic "flame (fire)" and "ice freezing (ice)" and the relative "fire resistance (resist fire)" and "ice resistance (resist ice)".

And finally, peculiar magic. This explanation will be lengthy.

Originally, it seems that various races lived in disruption on this continent.

One of them, a race already called the extinct Art, supposedly used much more advanced sorcery than humans. It seems that some of the legendary things stopped time, went back in time, and were horrible enough to annihilate one island. They used magic that was not contemplated by current common sense, such as being able to move corpses or move them elsewhere in an instant.

All in all, it's called peculiar magic.

But in order to acquire this peculiar sorcery, its hurdles are quite high.

First, we need to get the Art of Magic Book. On top of that, you must read and string it down, written in ancient Arv, and understand the activated principles of its sorcery.

And the magic that activates the miracle is also a misdigit magic that is needed at one time.

But still, many magicians want to realize the mystery left behind by Art.

Even I was hoping that one day I could use some of the magic that Art left behind. Apparently, the Great Sage who serves the Emperor has a couple of magic books left by Aalv, but he says it's completely outside secret and he can't see anything but his disciples.

One day, I'm going to be a great magician who will be recognized by the Great Sage, and I want you to see it.

"... Speaking of which, this used to be Art's land, you've heard of it"

Once upon a time - though, it was over a hundred years ago.

Apparently, slave traders were the first to target the art of all beautiful women. He said that the aristocracy of the time bought up on the Arves woman, who lived far longer than a human being and was born more beautiful for everyone. As we do so, we hear that the number of individuals in Arv has dropped dramatically and that Arv, who was originally weak in reproduction because of his long life expectancy, has become extinct.

How sinful it is to be human - though I think so.

Maybe this cave belonged to Art too.

"Ma, for once... Magic Vision (Search)"

Once and for all, I can put magic in my eyes.

It's one of the magic tricks of life, a magic trick that visually captures the magic of your surroundings. You can explore the traps of magic prepared for ancient ruins, etc., or you can grasp the traces of magic emitted by living organisms to explore the location of organisms.

By the way, it's just for the record that it's also the most powerful magic that helps kids in their hides. It's a memories I miss playing hide-and-seek when I was a kid.

But... my eyes caught something horrible.

"... lying, you know"

At the end of the cave I was about to go to.

Earlier, a magical trap has been set.

In sight, it glows and floats. That's definitely a trap. There are many extraordinary substitutes when you explore the source of magic, and there are even horrible things like lethal amounts of electricity running at the moment you touch them, fierce poison fog erupting at the moment you touch them, and some of them die at the moment you touch them.

And it can be installed as a trap in the form of magic - the only one with such skill is Aalv, where he looked for East and West in ancient times and now.

I mean, this cave is of the Art...

"... so it said"

It said on the basement door, the letter 'Never enter' - remember that, I'm relieved.

Letters that were long old are not my father's. Perhaps it has been sealed ever since the mansion was built on this land.

If you walk poorly, there's a lethal trap - there's no one in a place like that who wants to come in.

Perhaps that means my ancestors explored this place first, had too many traps, had too many deaths, gave up and made a seal.

"... maybe there's an art book of sorcery"

Swallow the sauce and spit.

And I added more magic to my eyes.

I don't even want to die. But I want to go to the back.

Maybe there's an art book in the back that no one has ever touched...

It is an admiration for those who aspire to witchcraft, and the point of arrival - that is the book of Art's witchcraft.

I definitely want to find it. And I definitely want it to be mine.

With such deviant thoughts, I proceed carefully to the back. Never touch the trap, never step on it.

For a while, walk.

Carefully overlapping caution, with so much concentration that I wonder when I've ever demonstrated it.

Some of them were really installed at densities that even seemed unreachable without walking in certain places. But I can definitely tell it's going on in the back.

If it's also Aarv who set up the trap, it's also Aarv who has business behind it. It is therefore only natural that there are routes that you can always follow.

How long would I have walked?

That's not even my mansion, the vast cave - at its deepest end, finally reached.

"End of story…"

What was there was a small temple.

It is a simple temple, where the wooden statue of Meltrouge, the god of the forest, was only placed. And there's only one book at the foot of such a wooden statue.

Meltrouge, the god of the woods, once supposedly worshipped by Artve.

And above all, it's what's behind it that catches the eye.

The woman holding her knee looks clear, a block of ice.

A bloody woman, as if she were alive, was there, trapped in the ice.

Because the light source is only the light (light) at hand, its full content is unknown. But no doubt it's the woman there.

And most importantly, there is one different part from humans.

That's - that ear is, obviously, pointy.

He's no different from a human being, and his ears are pointy now. I've only heard of one such existence.

It is, Art.

I mean, what's here.

Art's Magic Book -!

Take the book while thoroughly checking to see if there are any traps around the book.

I don't know how many years it was here. But on a fitting made of skins, a magic book supposedly made from animal skins - written there is undoubtedly Ancient Art.

Even I learned only a few words in college, and I can see that - that's all the clumps of mystery, right here.

"This is..."

Written in ancient Art, it's a painting sandwiched along the way.

Something in the form of a man unleashing a pitch-black magic waves up his hand, and the skeleton in front of him, the rotting body, the body that has lost its neck, is moving.

I just saw the painting and found out. That's all, my body trembled.

This.

It's in this magic book, it is.

Once, a peculiar sorcery that only Art could handle.

Sorcery now lost, supposedly resurrecting the dead, manipulating the army of skeletons and creating one legion of soldiers with only the immortals.

of Necromancy Magic (Necromancy), Book...