Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Uh, I'm sorry"

"Hey, there you are!

For the purpose of the moment - to get the bones, it was the butcher I came first.

Somehow, because I had the impression that I was throwing away bones other than meat. And sometimes it's only been a few days since my brother Edward ran off with his bakery daughter and I returned to self-rule, and even my butcher father doesn't know my face.

For once, I'm still a lord.

"Um... I'd like to ask you a quick favor."

"Yes? Sir, what's wrong?

"Oh... this time I'm going to rule this territory called Jin Fleetberg"

"... Lord, do you mean?

"Well, yeah. Yes."

The butcher's father looks at me like he stinks.

Naturally, too. Twenty years old. You'll just have trouble with the young people there suddenly being named lords. Especially not yet, and I'm not doing anything like a lord.

In addition, if it were me and this servant, they would introduce me instead, but unfortunately, I don't have any servants at all in my house. There is not one thing I can claim to be a lord of.

It makes me sad to say it myself though.

"So, what the hell is your lord doing here? We're paying taxes."

"No, I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Ha..."

"Uh."

Well, what can I say?

In the meantime, should I ask you to go straight in?

"In this butcher, what's with the bones?

"Is that a bone? I only shredded the meat I could eat and threw the rest away."

"Oh well!

……

Unexpectedly, I raised my voice so.

If it's something you're throwing away, there's no problem with me getting it. If they told me that bones were for sale now, I'd almost cut my ransom.

Then the consultation is quick.

"What is it, sir? Why do you want bones?

"Oh. If possible, I'd just like to have one."

"Well, we just throw it away. Except... what do you use it for?

"... well, I'd like to do a little experiment."

"Ha..."

Turns out, the butcher's father was looking at me like he smelled frigid.

Well, you don't normally want a bone or anything, and such a reaction would be natural. Even me, if someone asks for bones without knowing anything, I wonder if I'd even do a weird cult ritual.

Fact as it stands, I guess that's what the butcher's father thinks of me.

So the butcher's father opened his eyes as if he had come up with something.

"I see... is that what you mean?"

"Hmm...?

"I'm listening to your predecessors. I went to the bakery to get my ear, that's what I hear. Is that what this is about?"

"Huh..."

Speaking of which, you used to have bread ears lined up at our table.

That fried one was delicious, wasn't it? I put some butter on it and ate it and it was a little treat. I rarely got in line for dinner though.

Dad... That's what the bakery gave me...

"Well, we're fine...... honestly, we're almost shredded of meat at home, so there's nothing left at all. At best, it's about the stiff part of the muscle even if it's simmering."

"No, that's okay. I just want it."

"Well, I'll bring it from the back."

Ha, and he sighs heavily, and the butcher's master leaves to the back.

Apparently, our poverty was something known to the inhabitants as well. Well, if our father, who we all know as a lord, had gone to the bakery to get his ear, he'd be famous. Was it on any edge that my brother ran off with the daughter of such a bakery?

Although it's a very unfortunate story, I don't mind if you split the bones with it. It's not that it's notorious.

"Fine, wow. This is the bone he's going to dispose of."

"Oh......!

In a crate, bones shredded off meat filled with mountains.

Indeed, the store owner is right, there are few areas left that are likely to be eaten. There will be no one else, such as a guy who wants something like this.

But if you try it on me, this is like a pile of treasure.

"Then I'll take it! Thanks! Thanks!

"Heh, that's good... give me back my crate"

"Oh. I'll get another crate."

"Heh..."

Grab the crate and leave the store.

Let's just say we didn't hear the shopkeeper whining about "Are you okay with being such a poor lord..." when he left such a store.

"Okay."

I went back to the mansion and put my bones down for now.

The room where the demon squares are drawn - for now, I can't make an undead without letting the magic flow through here. I might even be using it on the go in the future, should I draw it on a carpet to fold and carry it?

But now it's just an experiment. As long as this experiment is successful, the operation of the territory can be carried out more efficiently.

"Tune (Synchro)"

Pass magic through the Devil's Square with powerful words.

It is the bone out of the crate that is placed in the center of it. I checked the content of the necromancy that was written in the Art's sorcery book, but for now it means bones are fine in part. As long as some bones are prepared, the remaining parts can be made in place of magic.

Most importantly, the more missing parts, the higher the amount of magic used, so it is better to have all the bones available if possible.

"Phew..."

Take a small, deep breath and get your mind ready.

Maybe there's too much magic needed to deplete my magic. Originally, the peculiar witchcraft written in the Art Book of Magic is also known to have the necessary magic powers in the wrong digits.

Only magic is expensive for nothing. It's me, so I can handle it - yes, I want to believe it.

And if we make sure that magic has passed through the whole demonic formation, all we have to do is utter powerful words.

"- Creation (Creation) - Skeleton Soldier (Skeleton) Huh!

With my spell, the feeling of magic falling out of my body.

Together, the center of the Demon Square - from some of the bones installed there, a bone connected there is generated. It's made in place of my magic, bones made by magic.

Gradually it takes shape, and as a complete shaped mass of bone, it stands in the center of the demonic cube.

……

Made of bone, that's definitely alien.

He says he has no hair, no flesh, no guts, but he shakes his body, blurting. Without a doubt, the undead, who can only be generated with the peculiar magic of the Art, were there.

My magic was probably shredded by about a tenth. I had the fatigue associated with it, but it doesn't matter.

The experiment was successful.

In a different direction than I thought.

"Yes, you are..."

Look at the undead standing in front of you, I think.

How could I not have realized such an easy thing?

Whatever, you're right in front of me.

"Well, if you make it out of cow bones, you can have a cow..."

In front of me, a cow with only bones.

He rang "Mo" for some reason when he said he had no mouth or lungs.