Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Chris can make skeletons.

It also draws demonic squares like me to shed magic and perform rituals - no need for such a process at all, and yes, it can be made on the spot.

I feel like I'm about to be struck by an uninterrupted sense of defeat. I wonder what I've worked so hard to make skeletons for the last two years or so. Chris' magic sickness made me almost throw up, even though I've been trying.

"Jin."

"... Yes, Master"

"It took me a hundred years to develop a magic trick that I could only use in an instant for this little girl."

……

"It's only been two years, and I've been hit by a loan from Art's sorcery book."

"... Usu"

Speaking of which, Eleonora's "Moment Travel (Teleport)" was also used in an instant, Chris.

In the first place, Chris can be used to breathe witchcraft that would be time-tracking witchcraft, replication witchcraft, or something that very humans would not be able to handle. I guess you can't even make a skeleton for Chris like that.

When I first succeeded my lord, I thought Chris told me, "If you don't mind, I'll whine to you." At that time, I thought it was just a joke.

Walk around Chris as he twirls, sighing heavily as he looks at the two veal skeletons.

"... Chris, that veal, what are you going to do"

He said, "Come on, give it to me."

"No, it is... what I wanted to build was an army of skeletons..."

"Tappy. You know, cute"

That's not the problem.

Even if you have another more veal skeleton that rings "Mo" even though you don't have a mouth or anything, it's just annoying.

"Williams, Morek, come"

"Mo."

"Mo."

"... I've already named him."

With Chris in the lead, two veal skeletons leave the room together.

The first Williams was also a mystery, but why the second Morek? I'm not sure about Chris' sense of naming.

I'd make it woo and sea or something. It's easy to understand.

No, I never named Skeleton in the first place.

"Well, you've solved the problem at the moment. What are we gonna do?"

"Yep... I think even Chris' inexhaustible magic can be made by a regiment"

"Are you going down to Heilhorn Union with that as a souvenir?

……

I'm stuck in Eleonora's words for a moment.

It is true that Annelotte's proposal is a ship to cross, and if you think about the future territory, about the inhabitants, about me continuing to be a lord, you would be right to go down to the Heilhorn Union.

As for the mysterious situation that I was elected Annelotte's husband. Well, if you don't mind. I've never seen him before in the first place, and I can't think of him as such.

Well, that's why they ask me if I have someone like that, but I'm not here at all. Even when it comes to aristocracy, my family is not a senior aristocrat like having a political marriage.

If I hadn't talked about the marriages, I wouldn't have to worry about them any more.

"For one thing, leave it alone if you want to descend into the Heilhorn Union... you want to create a regiment of Skeleton soldiers. And then there's the giant skeleton."

"Huh. A giant."

"I think if we could make that one more, it would be a great battle force."

Enormous magic enough to feel without having to apply demonic vision (search).

So much magic that I don't understand the whole thing.

It even feels as if it's getting up from Chris' little body. I've been told in college that it's the greatest amount of magic in history, and mine, dozens or hundreds of times, thousands or tens of thousands of times, can't even make that decision.

With this Chris magic.

Making another giant skeleton also becomes realistic.

But in response to my suggestion, Eleonora looked down.

"... will I carve it again? That's a lot of work."

"Do something, please"

"That would be nice. Well, let me ask you a few pictures of you."

Eleonora gets her place right and looks at me.

That look, in seriousness itself.

"With your daughter's magic, you can create a squad of Skeleton soldiers. Then, the giant skeletons can also be made additionally. Well, if you're going to pilot the whole thing, you're going to need a different pilot... purely two giant weapons."

"Yes."

"Skeleton is an undead soldier. If you wanted to kill this guy with a regular soldier, five soldiers would die while you were destroying the skeletons. Whatever the trained knight, that's about as bad a power as a militia. I mean, purely, there's just one battalion of skeletons, which, from the other side, is equivalent to one regiment of militias"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do with all that fighting power?

……

I make skeletons to stabilize and improve the lives of my inhabitants. To make it easier for the inhabitants using a workforce called Skeleton. It is also to provide a stable supply by providing a workforce that can work on an insomniac basis.

Neither Skeleton nor Death Knight, who are sending them as soldiers to their respective villages, was ever premised on attacking another country.

But.

Now I'm trying to build a squad of skeletons.

What the hell...

Look out the window.

It is the city of Fulcus that is spreading there. It's the most prosperous city in Fleetberg.

I don't want any of the inhabitants here bleeding in the war.

For example, this is the war between the Grand Slam Empire and the Heilhorn Union - even if it is at its forefront.

"That..."

Outside the window - in a spacious garden for 10%, Chris and two veal skeletons came out.

Nothing, it's veal, but it's skeleton, and I don't eat grass or anything -.

"What's up, Jin"

"No, Chris is outside..."

"Ho."

And the next moment, Chris' hand glowed small.

A third veal skeleton was born in the garden.

Yeah, and pleasantly, Chris nodding with no expression.

And then again, Chris' hand glowed small.

"Wait, hey, hey!!!

I was a douche, and with everything I hadn't put out in a long time, I ran out to the garden.

Sure, I was going to build a regiment of skeletons, and I was going to ask Chris to do that.

But.

But.

You don't need an army of veal skeletons!