Industrial revolution starting with the undead

I left Chris to clean the mansion, and I was back in the room where I laid the demon squares.

There is naturally a bone cow in that room that rings "Mo" even though he has no mouth or lungs. And it's the bones I got from the butcher that are piled messily on the edge of the room.

In the meantime, there's absolutely no way you're going to get a human bone. Where can I find a human bone? I just don't want to imitate grave vandalism or anything like that, and I don't physiologically like using the bones of my father or your ancestors. I mean, I feel like if I do that, my ethics will be severely violated.

I mean, I want a human bone that can be skeleton without any hesitation.

"I wonder how I can get it..."

Should I go to an old battlefield or something like that?

And then there's the guy who doesn't have a problem with being a corpse - for example, with a bandit? Since our territory is not very rich, we have heard that several bandits have set up Negijo.

I'm just not strong enough to deal with a bandit like that. Though he thinks his arms as a magician are high, that doesn't mean he's capable of combat. Well, maybe it's fine in the form of sniping from afar and killing only one person, but even bandits aren't stupid.

It would be a miraculous odds if there were a bandit with no one around who could snipe easily from where I can snipe easily.

"... ah"

Just a little bit, a good idea came to mind.

I didn't really want it to float, but it did.

"... but you know what?"

Let's sort it out.

I can use that bone to make an undead if I can get some of the bone in some way. And that bone is fine in part. Remaining bones can be rebuilt by magic materializing.

This means that if you can get even some of the human bones, you'll have no problem. Even if that's the end of the finger or something extremely small like that.

If such a proposal comes to mind, it would have been nice if I had been a missing ethic person who would never have thought of doing grave vandalism.

"Ha..."

From the room of the Demon Square, exit first.

And it's the kitchen we're headed to. The kitchen, which would have been scarcely used, was full of dust everywhere and the cookware was rusty. That's why I asked Chris to clean it first.

In the future, you will have to self-cater to make your living expenses float. By the way, I don't have a servant at all at home, so I can cook quite a bit too. For once, this was still the Count's warrant, but I don't think so.

And when you go into the kitchen.

"Yep..."

"Ah. Your Highness."

"Are you serious..."

"What's the matter, mister?

I told Chris to clean up.

I told him to brush the floor thoroughly with water and the cookware to remove rust. Perhaps it's not going to be over in a day if I do everything I can, I gave you that instruction.

Even so.

In front of me was a perfectly polished kitchen floor, and cookware that emitted a new kind of light.

Cookware that should have been full of rust - no way, that's in such a short time.

"... uh, Chris. What did you do?

"Oodle."

"No, I'm not... how?

"Like this."

Chris, take one of the pots that's still rusty.

I knit magic in my hand so fast that I can't see it. I use magic in my eyes as well, but the knitted magic was completely incomprehensible to me.

With such Chris' magic on the cookware, the rust fell off as if it were regenerating backwards, and the pan was reborn as new. I have no idea how that magic works. Even I was called the best genius in college.

I know what you did.

I know, but I just know. If you ask me to use that magic, there's no way I can.

"Time, retroactive..."

"Jikan, there?

"Chris... you put this pot time... back, huh?

"I don't know"

Koten, and Chris tilting his neck.

The amount of magic you can carry is still high. Even the earliest chaos is beyond my comprehension.

Time retroactive magic.

That's what I've heard, too. It is naturally the magic left by the Art, that the time of the subject touched by the hand can be forced back.

However, it was said that magic, which is very unusable, is required only to rewind time for a day without interruption. Even if you probably used all my magic, you can't even get one of these pots back to new.

That's like one hassle...

"What are you doing? That's what Chris does."

"Can I call this cleaning...?

"That's right. Clean, that."

"… indeed, though that recognition is not incorrect"

I want you to be this messy one, too, using such a ton of demo magic.

Even now, I am truly amazed by a species called the Aarv. Now there's no sign that the magic is diminishing.

As a matter of fact, I thought I'd have this whole mansion put back in brand new or something.

"Uh... Chris, I have one favor to ask you"

"Yes, sir."

"The magic you used on me this morning... healing magic."

"Yes."

Magic that cured my muscle aches this morning.

That power was so powerful that it was super healing (Grand Heel) that only the Grand Cleric class could use, far beyond healing (recovery) to the point where I could heal my little wound.

It is impossible to revive the dead with any sorcery, but I hear that with super healing (grand heel), one arm's defect or so can be cured immediately. It means you can heal your arms back to normal. The first time I heard of it, I was surprised that there was a tremendous amount of magic.

"I want you to do some healing magic on me."

"Sashima, Kinki"

"It's not. From now on, I'm not feeling well."

"Yes, I'll do it."

"Oh."

Swallow the sauce and spit.

And what you take in your hand is a knife that would definitely be brand new because it was reborn by Chris' hand as if it were brand new - time retroactive.

With Chris, this method will definitely succeed.

Huh, take a big, deep breath and be ready for yourself.

I put a knife in my right hand against my left pinky.

"How can you be so yummy?"

"Chris, get ready for recovery."

"Why...?

"This is what we need."

What you need as a catalyst is a piece of human bone.

It doesn't matter how small it is. The remaining areas can be created with magic.

If so.

With my fingertips, I can make the rest of it.

"Huh!

Together when you can put your strength in your right hand.

Severe, burning pain struck me.

"Gu, ahhh......!!

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.

The burning pain only makes me scream like I squeezed it out.

"Sashima, Sashima..."

"Chris... come on...!

"Yes..."

He gently put his own hand on my left hand, giving Chris a slightly frightened look.

What I feel with it is the warm light. The pain disappears slightly with it, making it easier. Even from his back teeth, which were biting to the point of breaking, he lost his strength.

Huh, and a small sigh.

"... wow, Chris' magic is"

The left fingertip, cut from the root, is rolling into the kitchen.

And my left hand - that finger, it had a good five.

It hurt so bad, but now I could serve my purpose.

"Ha ha... Now we can finally move on! Thanks so much! Thanks to Chris!

……

Okay, okay, and I stroke Chris' head.

From the frightening appearance of earlier, Chris went back to his unchanging, faceless and sleepy, decadent eyes.

As if to see something pathetic.

"Sashima"

"Oh."

"Oh, my God, are you kidding?

……

You were so worried about me.