Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"I'm sorry, can you give me the horsebone?"

It's you again, my lord.

Again, I used to visit a butcher who got bones.

For a shopkeeper, the kind of customers who come looking only for bones without even buying them would be annoying. I'm not even trying to hide the feeling that "uh, here comes the troublesome guy" on that look. Well, I don't think they can help it if they think so.

I just want bones.

"… so now you have children"

"Oh, this kid is our servant, says Chris. In the future, say hello to this kid because he may have some shopping to do."

"If possible, buy some meat in the future"

Huh, the shopkeeper sighs loudly.

Most likely, I can only buy about a slice of meat in my hand right now. Maid clothes for Chris and so forth. Contributing to butcher sales and buying Chris made-up clothes will be after our finances are decent.

Honestly, I want to buy meat because I'm hungry, but nostalgia won't allow it.

"Oh, is that a horsebone..."

"Oh. You don't handle horse meat?

"For once, I'm handling it, but hey. I didn't bother to split the bones by type of meat. It's like yesterday, putting it together and sticking it in a crate."

"... So there was a horsebone in yesterday's box too?

"Yesterday, the cows were the only ones who dismantled it. I broke up a horse today."

Oh, good.

Honestly, I'm not so objective as to see what animal it is when I look at the bones. Or maybe the butcher can imitate that.

If you make that the way it is, that's probably what made all the cow skeletons like a mountain.

"Yikes. This is the bone that came out today."

Okay, I'll take it.

"Nothing. We're just throwing it away. I don't mind... just give me back my crate."

"Oh."

"And your lord hires a servant of his own, but don't imitate him to starve him."

"... oh"

I laugh bitterly at the painful words in the store owner's ear.

As it stands, it's our home with little money. And from a shopkeeper who knows such a nostalgic circumstance about our home, it would even be suspicious for a servant to exist.

I hired a servant to look good because of the lord - perhaps that's what you think. And he thinks he's spending it without paying a lot of money or eating.

That.

I'm a totally evil lord.

"Sa, Chris. We're leaving."

"Yes, sir."

"Maido. Now buy me some meat."

Dropped off by the owner's words without any shards of love.

I succeeded in getting what I wanted and returned with bones to the mansion to cross my nose.

"I'm going to make a horse skeleton."

"Ouma."

"We have a carriage for once. But I don't have a horse. My father borrowed a horse when he was going to another country or something."

In a wastefully large home, stables exist at once.

The straw was laid down. There must have been about two old horses there when I was a kid. But such a horse died a long time ago, and then I hear that when my father went away, he borrowed it from a horse trader.

Once you're a lord, you need a carriage to get somewhere. For this reason, only the carriage with front was left, although it was our home where there was no material left.

"But as long as we make a horse skeleton, we can make him pull the carriage. So you can carry your luggage, or you can carry skeletons to the villages in your territory."

Exactly, although I've never seen a carriage pulled by a horse skeleton either.

It may be feared by villagers, but it will nevertheless be treasured as a workforce that can be used permanently.

You're gonna need the right kind of money to buy a horse, and we don't have that kind of money in our house. In other words, as a conclusion, 'Make Yourself Yourself What You Are'.

but here's one problem.

It's about my remaining magic.

Let's say my total magic power is a hundred. When you make a skeleton in one piece, that alone consumes ten. And today it will have consumed fifty magic because it has already made five skeletons.

And magic is what recovers naturally if nothing is done. Especially when you sleep, that recovery increases. I slept well last night, and although my magic has recovered considerably, I still only went back to about 80% of the total amount.

In other words, my remaining magic is eighty, and I have already consumed fifty.

And magic, if you use it too much, will cut your life force at the same time. For example, if you use up to 10% of the total amount, you may experience fatigue, fatigue, and in some cases fever. In order not to do so, one should not overuse one's magic.

I've spoken for a long time, but my magic is already at its limit.

There.

"Chris, do me a favor"

"Yes, sir."

"Share Chris' magic with me."

……

It's Chris' magic that I still can't see the whole thing.

It is Chris with so much magic power that it seems bottomless. To the extent that you divide that part of me, Chris' magic will never run out.

"Are you annoying, mister?

"Oh. I'm a little short on magic..."

"Maruku"

Koten, and Chris tilting his neck.

He seems to be somewhat aware of witchcraft, but doesn't seem to know much about magic. Instead, they seem to use witchcraft unconsciously, and they think that magic is an extremely natural thing in them.

Well, no problem. Even if Chris doesn't do anything, I'll do it on my own.

"Chris, touch my hand."

"Yes."

Without question, Chris, I'll put my own hand over mine.

That seems to be an immortal, ice-cold hand. It's not like she's cold or anything, and I can't feel the warmth of a living person at all from its palms.

I eat, I sleep, I look like a normal girl, Chris, but she's still undead.

"Bye..."

Huh, and take a small sigh.

Then knit magic over your palms.

"Magic Drain -"

It is magic that absorbs magic from others to oneself.

By the way, the amount you can absorb is extremely small based on the total amount of magic that the person you touch has. Specifically, about a hundredth.

So in order to replenish magic like this, we need to get a little bit from a lot of people.

Chris has too much magic in me...

"Woohoo!

"Oh, my God?

"Hey, hey... hey, ma..."

From Chris, let go in a hurry.

Severe headaches and intense vomiting push in. In addition, chest pain in my breathlessness and symptoms appeared all over my body that would have made me suspicious of the disease if this were normal.

Such a bad mood, like your brain being oppressed. That's because much more than my total magic came into me all at once.

It is a magic sickness, which occurs when magic over the total amount is flowed into the body.

"Oh, ho, ho... uh..."

"Oh, my God, are you all right?

"I thought I was going to die..."

Magic that absorbs only a hundredth of the total amount, but still far exceeds my tolerance (capacity).

Again, I can see that the amount of magic that surrounds me is uninterrupted. I was wondering if it was about ten times mine, or something, but it's a hundred times more than that.

That total amount isn't normal enough for such a little Chris to look like a monster.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold my right hand.

"Okay, recovered"

"Oh, my God, it looks like you're following me"

"It's all right now. I don't feel well, but I've recovered my magic."

A little nausea, but to that extent, it doesn't matter in front of replenished magic.

It means that if I endure nausea, headaches, chest pain, breathlessness and sickness that strikes me every time, I can replenish my magic forever. Honestly, I don't want to do this anymore, but that's not how it's gonna work.

I build skeletons and Chris provides magic - this should probably be the best.

"Okay......"

I got it from the butcher, look at the pile of bones.

I put myself in the mood.

"Come on, make a skeleton!

By the way.

It was me who properly transformed the bones in the crate into skeletons, but the result was fifteen cow skeletons by the time two horse skeletons were completed.

What are we really going to do with these guys that ring "Mo" in the room?