Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Creation (Creation)/Skeleton Soldier (Skeleton)!

Today and today, I was still skeleton-creating in the Demon Square room.

I think I've had enough skeletons deployed to each village, but the other day a plea came. He wants us to send some more cow skeletons from the villages of Sekki and Hyan.

That number, twenty in total.

Sometimes my magic power is up to ten bodies a day, adjusted not to deplete, seven or eight bodies a day, and it is already the third day to make skeletons. There is no magic refill from Chris because this is a situation that is not otherwise imminent. Exactly, I don't want to be plagued with magic sickness nausea, headaches and breathlessness in vain either.

So, I used to make cow skeletons as usual.

"Yep..."

"Cute."

"Seriously. You wasted one time."

Such a cow skeleton I made, the eighteenth one.

That was, for some reason, a cow skeleton so small that it was only as far as my waist.

Perhaps it was a veal bone. I hear that veal meat is softer than adult beef meat and is often traded to the rich. And because the meat is also much smaller than the original amount of cow, the unit price is higher? So me, I've never eaten veal meat or anything in my life.

Even the butcher probably handles a lot of veal meat. I've never been able to veal before, so I was a little alarmed.

"Mo."

"Damn... So you're saying there's still a veal bone in this rest of the bone"

"It seems so, you want it?

"I don't know what to do..."

Exactly, they use a tenth of their magic to make cow skeletons. If this is a veal, it's useless even in the countryside. And there's no room for unhelpful magic.

Our finances aren't that bad, and our tax revenues are up quite a bit. Whatever it is, I can afford three meals a day, enough to eat something I cook properly. Of course, I'm the one making that dish.

I tried asking Chris to cook before, but Chris, who is an Art., didn't seem to have a concept of cooking, and he was served raw meat as it was. And Chris was happily eating raw vegetables. Since then, I have been in charge of cooking.

"Shall I get the butcher's father another new bone? So let's make a skeleton out of bone, which is obviously an adult cow."

"Yes. It's coming."

"Right. Get me all the right meat."

"Yes."

Shopping is basically Chris' job.

I accompanied him at first, but I've left everything to Chris ever since, because he was able to shop at the butcher's or 800 stores without any problems. Although I tell them to buy meat and bread every time because I only buy vegetables when I leave it to them. I'm a young man too, so I'd rather eat meat than vegetables.

By the way, Chris' clothes changed dramatically like that, too.

He made me wear the clothes I wore when I was a kid, dressed like a girl in a man's dress. But the other day, I finally made clothes for Chris. It was also made to order by letting Chris take his measurements at the garment store.

That, of course, is made-up clothing.

Petticoat in navy piece covering up to the neck, excluding from the edge of the skirt. The open apron on the chest is embellished with frills, a clean white of course. The first time I saw Chris in this, I said, "Bravo." I don't usually say that.

I know pretty girls look good in whatever they wear, but if pretty girls dress cute, I think cuteness is already a limit pusher.

By the way, since I don't have the money to make any clothes, I just made one and prepared a bunch of them with Chris' replication magic. Really, Chris' replication magic is a handy substitute.

"Sashima"

"Yeah?"

"What do we do, Shinji?

"Uh..."

I can honestly make skeletons, but I don't know how to turn them off.

You can't restore the skeletons to their original bones. so that the cracked egg cannot be returned to its original shell.

Or you can't smack it and break it because it's useless. That just distorts my ethics, albeit skeletons.

I think I'll have it put at the edge of some countryside.

"Well, in some village..."

"I gave it up. Williams."

"Put it down... Huh?

"Nah. Williams."

……

Chris says, "Williams. Say hello," he was stroking his veal. In contrast, the veal also returns "Mo" as if it understood. I wonder why it became such a name.

Or even if they name it. Me, I thought you could put me in some countryside as long as you wanted.

Isn't this totally the way we keep it at home?

"Well, nothing..."

A veal that rings "Mo" in response to what Chris calls "Williams". One and one of those looks, like, smiling.

Honestly, skeletons work in our house about a hundred, and I have no problem with one more veal skeleton. I don't need to take care of meals or anything because I'm a skeleton in the first place.

In the future, be careful not to make veal.

"Well, then..."

Let's make Chris go shopping - think so, try to get his wallet out.

Suddenly, our door knockers rang violently with the apple.

"Hmm...?

"Ouch."

"Oh. I'm coming out. Chris, stay here."

"Yes."

Basically, it's my job to respond to customers. Though I leave the shopping to go out, Chris is an Art. I have trouble exposing it.

So shopping is just a store where I know Chris in the hood is my squire. Specifically, an example butcher? He's been buying meat properly lately, so he's in a good mood for the store owner.

Though I think it's a hassle, go to the front door.

"Yes, sir."

"My lord! Suddenly, excuse me!

"Is that...?

There he was, an old man I'd seen.

I guess we're together as a offering. Young men, too, have seen it. Sure, somewhere lately...

"It's on the patch, village chief of Secchi!

"... oh, long time no see"

I didn't know who it was for a moment, but I remember it when I heard the name.

Sure, it's a village that accepted Skeleton lightly. Though I didn't know for a moment because of some of the way around the village.

So it's the villager you named Ken who's with you? I thought it sounded reasonable and familiar.

"So, what the hell happened?

"Yes, my lord...!

Mayor Patch, lay down his face like a sinking pain.

Then I said sadly.

"The village of Bath... has been killed...!

"Is...?

Patch Village Manager's, for such a sudden word.

All I could give back was such a dumb letter.