Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Well... I've got a weird vibe, shall we announce the challenges ahead"

"Yes, Master"

Honestly, I'm about to cry over Eleonora's kindness, but I can manage.

I mean, I haven't heard why I came on a mountain like this yet. Now that we know this is Eleonora's private property, that's why we don't have to come to a place like this.

It's Artve's magic to hide, so we do it in a place without people - it doesn't make sense. If you don't want people to touch you, you should do it in Eleonora's mansion. That mansion has strong magical and physical boundaries.

"Well, like I said yesterday, I'm going to have you make skeletons out of this guy"

"-!"

"Nothing, I didn't come to a place like this because it touches people. It's annoying to be built in a mansion."

"That's...!

Eleonora takes it out of the carriage carrier - huge, that.

Ingredients for a heartfelt proposal, communicated yesterday. That's the material - the giant femur.

A piece of bone, a femur that would be twice my height. If this were to be the full length, that would be more than ten times my size.

I'm going to make a giant skeleton...

"But it's a hassle to move the carriage, isn't it?

"Uh, master. If only I could get a horsebone, I could get a carriage with a skeleton hose..."

"Are you going to run Empire City on a bone horse? That's why the Sacred Church isn't silent. The Empire has its headquarters in the Holy Church."

"Ugh..."

Indeed, I think that skeletons were accepted because of the countryside like the Earl of Fleetberg territory. If this is the imperial capital's, and that is the knee of 'ecclesiastical', then there must be some eager 'ecclesiastical' believers.

That would not be a better means than they perceive Skeleton as a 'cult family'.

"It's a hassle to come by carriage. It's more troublesome to come on foot just because. Outside of nothing to let a bone horse run...... so what?

"Well, I'll stay here..."

"Who will prepare my rice?"

……

I feel like telling you to do it yourself.

By the way, unfortunately, that was the terrible thing in the kitchen before I started serving three meals. The unwashed dishes were piled, all the ingredients in the back of the reservoir that were about to rot, the bags that probably ate the confectionery were scattered, and empty dishes were thrown out before they went out. For living two hundred years, the ability to live is completely zero.

Somehow, though I cleaned up the kitchen with Chris on the first day, it was really bad. That was terrible. It was as bad as I regretted being an apprentice.

"What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing"

To Eleonora, who is sharp in vain, blurs and returns the answer.

Well, it's an eleonora with no ability to live like that, so it's my duty to eat, and Chris to clean and wash.

If I were to stay in the cabin and train here, Eleonora's mansion kitchen would be terrible again. It's easy to imagine.

Then what the hell is the right thing to do...

"Jin here, makes giant skeletons. However, I will prepare three meals for my meal. How do we meet this condition?

"It's impotent, master. That's what I need to come back to in a flash."

"You're right."

"Huh?"

I should have just complained, but Eleonora is so overbearing.

I'll be back in a flash - that's the right answer?

to, and Eleonora raised her mouth angle.

"I'll show you. This is the magic I've been knitting for a hundred years by the Purple Sage."

Eleonora lifts her right hand to the sun.

It enveloped me and Eleonora, Chris, as if magic were gushing from its palms. It's like being in a sea of high concentrations of magic, so much so that I can even remember such illusions.

And Eleonora's shaped lips spin powerful words.

"Momentary Move (Teleport) -!"

It feels like the perimeter is crooked and distorted.

Like magic sickness, nausea that comes abruptly. But that was just for a moment, and the view that was distorted in front of me changed.

Until earlier, he said he was definitely supposed to be on the mountain.

There's - Eleonora's, in front of the mansion.

……

Stunning, voiceless.

If you're too surprised, a human being is something that really makes the word go away. That was about the shock.

Sorcery that took a hundred years to knit - something that could move places in an instant.

This is the essence of "The Purple Sage" -!

"I'm going to teach you a lot of magic. The ultimate goal is to master this guy. Moving Moments (Teleport) - Moving magic. I'll tell you the basics. And then look for the best way to knit your own magic."

"Ha... Ha! I'll make you remember!

"Good reply. Well, that makes me hungry... Jin, it's time for lunch"

"Ah, yes. So long..."

Moments.

A sea of high concentrations of magic strikes me again, Eleonora, like wrapping the whole of Chris.

Rather, it may be darker than earlier. The source of this is - Chris.

"What...!? Miss!?

"Chris!

"Yes."

Chris responds honestly to Eleonora and my words.

And as usual, I looked at Eleonora with a sleepy look, and then I nodded.

"Yes."

The scenery is grudgingly distorted, and floating to visit again.

The distorted view changed right in front of me, and it appeared - the woods, the mountains, the cabins, the carriages.

The demon squares I laid on the cloth just now are intact.

Once again, we were in the mountains where we were supposed to be.

……

……

Me and Eleonora, we can't say anything.

Just once, without checking anything, Chris used instant travel (teleport). Plus, it doesn't look like there's any less magic at all.

"Ku, Chris......? What the hell..."

"Yes."

And Chris leaned his neck.

Then I pointed to the carriage.

"Ouma."

"Oh...?

"It's a mess."

……

I see.

To leave the horse and the carriage, he politely sent me back because he came back first, he said.

Chris said I was about to hold my head.

"My, a hundred years... this, in an instant..."

Nearby.

Eleonora, who was more shocked, already had her head.