Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Momentary Move (Teleport) -!"

As I spin powerful words, my vision creeps.

It's in a wall made of magic, my body and Chris melting like particles, and my vision is lost in darkness and my presence disappears. At first I was terrified of this sense of loss, but I got used to it step by step as I did it.

And then the magic moved in an instant, reconfiguring my body and Chris's, arriving from Eleonora's mansion to the familiar mountain hut.

"... Hmm"

Like every day here, I keep changing the way I knit magic and validating it. Nevertheless, it is a great sorcery that will take 80% of my magic if I do not make any improvements. These days, which I can only try once, often and twice a day, were just days of doing magic estimates.

First time I taught Eleonora to travel instantly (teleport), twenty days.

Did it work for me today, or they just cut about 30% of my magic. I don't even feel that fatigued.

But Eleonora uses this magic with a cool face. Depending on how you do it, you'll be able to sharpen your consuming magic more.

"Need some more improvement... maybe I can reduce the magic I use for the first reaction a little bit more. Can't you just reduce the black attributes after that any more..."

……

"I'm doing the reaction from red and blue to red and yellow... is that the factor that doesn't produce that big a reaction? But so far, this is the best I can do..."

Run a brush on the report, bumping and squealing.

Let's start by letting Eleonora see the magic ceremony we tried today in our report. I really don't think I can make any more cuts on my own estimates.

At the time of yellow in the first place, there are not many attributes that are reactive. I wish I had an attribute that would produce a more pronounced reaction than red and blue, but it doesn't work out quite as well. Originally red and blue, black and white are the attributes that create reactions, and the yellow at its midpoint has no major reactions instead of being universal.

And Chris stared silently at me as I continued to drill bumps and sorcery like that.

"Ha..."

"Are you annoying, mister?

"Well, I haven't consumed that much magic today... but I've been thinking a little too much and my head is hanging on"

I tried as much as I could, but I haven't got the best solution yet.

Even if you keep thinking about it any more, it'll just be grand. So far, maybe Eleonora should take a look at the magic ceremony I've tried first and give me some advice.

He'll still be asleep, and we'll let Eleonora see the magic ceremony we made today, even at night.

Eleonora sleeps outside of mealtime during the day because it is night shaped. Maybe in a cat patterned pyjama.

"Okay......"

And look at the giant bones in your sight.

The femur of an existential giant, far bigger than mine with just one of those - until now, I had been able to touch it at all because it consumed quite a bit of magic just to travel (teleport) instantaneously so far.

But today, I consume 30% of my magic. Having slept well, the magic is recovering to its maximum by the time of morning. I mean, there's something like 70% left. Thirty percent of the magic left to use on your way home, and 40 percent of the magic left.

I mean, today, I can use about 40% of my magic in this room.

……

Swallow the sawdust and sawdust, and I'll lay the cloth of the demon squares first.

It was used in front of Eleonora when she showed off her skeleton creation. Lay it so that no wrinkles are made, and put a giant femur on its center.

As yet, there will be no more magic than you can make me a giant skeleton.

But little by little, it's possible to use my magic to form bones that connect with this femur. It's nothing to rush into, and you should slowly create a full body image.

"Phew..."

Exhale loudly and let magic pass through the demonic squares.

The way it's done is the same as usual. Making skeletons is the same. However, its size is just different digits.

How much magic can it consume and how much can it make? Though I still don't know that.

I just couldn't stop my intellectual exploration as a mage.

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

Magic falls out of my body and gathers through the Demon Square to the femur of a centrally placed giant. I could see that it was glaring in plain sight, as if it were being unplugged inexhaustibly.

The swirling magic takes shape, and it connects to the giant femur - it turns into bone. Unlike that, which slowly forms, my magic has diminished with enormous momentum.

Not good any more - yes instinct sounds the alarm and blocks the passage of magic.

"but haha......!

Unexpectedly, drop your hips.

There's almost zero magic left. I have no power at all in my body because of my magic being pulled out at once. My magic, which was left about 70%, disappeared to be sucked up.

And the femur of the giant - the patella that leads to it, and a portion of the tibia and fibula, are there.

I just can't believe it consumes so much magic just by making a few parts -.

"Sashima"

"Oh, oh..."

"Are you kidding?"

"It's okay, it's not... it's a hell of a bucket, you bone"

I still can't grasp the whole body. I just made a tiny fraction of my bones and my magic got sucked up.

How immense is the magic that makes such a skeleton?

For a moment, I thought about getting Chris to replenish his magic, but it's something that's banned from Eleonora, and I decided to stop. I don't want to suffer from magic sickness, either.

It's just a step forward. If you suck up my magic, you can somehow do part of the bone - it could be verified. You can say it's a big step.

"Chris."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry...... carry me to Eleonora's mansion"

"Yes."

I was going to leave 30% of my magic, but I lost it without being able to control it. I mean, I just have to leave it to Chris on the way home.

In the meantime, when you get back to the mansion, you'll have to sleep a little and wait for your magic to recover.

"Terai Po and"

Not especially knitting magic, but Chris squeaking like that.

Me and Chris are wrapped up in a mass of magic, losing their presence, and being made up again.

After a moment of distortion, it's Eleonora's mansion.

"Phew... then Chris, I'm off for a little while"

"Yes, Chris, I will."

"Please."

With a fluttering body, he manages to return to his own room given to him by Eleonora.

On that road, the entrance hall - there.

I saw a rare figure.

"Yeah...... oh, gin. Are you back?"

"Master? Why are you at this hour?"

There he was, Eleonora, dressed in a purple piece.

It's only morning, and Eleonora just thought she was asleep.

But Eleonora frowned in a grumpy manner, then indicated the front door with her chin.

"I have a guest here. Jin's not here, and I'm the only way out."

"Ah...... ha. Who's here?

"Well, it was just fine. I'm not the customer. You."

"Heh...?

Questionably, I frown unexpectedly.

Nobody's supposed to know Jin's here.

But the front door.

Jin was also well acquainted with the slightly open figure.

"This is, it's been a long time. Dear Jin,"

"... Andrew,?

That's where I was.

He was Andrew, the mayor of the town of Fulcus, the largest town in the territory of the Earl of Fleetberg.