Industrial revolution starting with the undead

I flew out of the mansion and ran the shortest distance until I stopped that rampage. He ran the shortest distance and turned to the full force of what is an underexercising body.

But when I managed to get to the mansion courtyard,

Already, more than ten veal skeletons had been born around Chris.

"Chris, don't!!

……

Kimmy, and Chris' hand glows, as well as the veal skeleton that is born again.

"Mo" is ringing as they each move around Chris. So is the cow skeleton, but where the hell is that voice coming from? Normal skeletons just rattle.

And against my restraint, Chris was leaning his neck strangely.

"What's wrong, mister?"

"And in the meantime, stop it once and for all"

"Yes."

Nodding to my words, Chris becomes upright immovable.

Around it, veal skeletons howl as if to protect Chris. No, I'm not protecting you at all. They're all just wandering around appropriately.

Exhale loudly and hold your head.

"Chris... why do you have a veal skeleton"

"I want you to go."

"Oh, that's what I said"

"Chris Makes"

"I don't need a legion of veal..."

I mean, what's a regiment made of veal skeletons? Will you listen to me properly?

It's not that big because it's a veal in the first place, and how can I treat a regiment of soldiers who have no idea what the means of attack is?

By the way, counting the numbers, there were twelve of them all. I wonder what to do with these veal.

"You know, Chris... what are you gonna do with all these veal"

"Williams, Molek, Aldebaran......"

"Because you don't have to name it"

What's the name Aldebaran that looks good for that waste?

Even veal is a cow anymore, and as a labor force, should we have it picked up by some village? Exactly, I don't want to think about leading an army of veal to the battlefield, either.

Exactly. I think Anne Lotte would also pull when she introduces you to "It's our soldiers" with a regiment of veal skeletons.

"Well, fine. Chris... you can make skeletons, right?

"Yes."

"That doesn't have to be a veal skeleton to make it, does it?

"Yes."

"... right"

Really, what has been my struggle so far?

I was making skeletons thinking I was going to throw up. Even veal skeletons have the same amount of magic as regular skeletons. I mean, the veal skeleton I've been in since the beginning - it would have consumed more magic than my max in making the Ten Units other than Williams.

And yet when you put Chris in front of you with a cool face, all that springs up is helplessness.

"Then make me a skeleton"

"Yes."

"It's not a veal!

Stop Chris, who tried to glow.

How much do you like veal skeletons, Chris?

……

……

"Yes."

Me and Eleonora were losing all our words.

This is on the mountain, the private property of Eleonora. When it was, the mountain hut I watched as I went through my training days, is still there. The cloth that I used to make the giant skeletons, the demon squares, stayed the same.

But the overwhelming difference is a bunch of skeletons that fill the open space on that mountain.

In a space where there was nothing until earlier, Chris made a skeleton by the brilliant.

"Jin."

"Yes."

"How many did you count?

"I counted to a thousand five hundred and fifty, but I don't know the rest"

"I lost track of it for two thousand and two hundred. I don't know exactly how many."

"... at least five thousand, right?"

Chris's clues don't shine much, and a skeleton is born. From that skeleton, Chris takes the fingertip bone, throws the fingertip bone in front of him, and when it shines less and less again, a skeleton is born again.

Eleonora and I were just staring at the sight.

There is one thought in common there.

What is it, you little girl?

"Sashima"

"... oh"

"Are you there yet?

"No, I've had enough... too much"

Over five thousand, a flock of skeletons.

Too much already, it's like Skeleton's head is part of his mountain skin.

"What are you going to do with these numbers, Jin?"

"Right... for now, we'll move to the plains in the realm. Somebody's got to hire a commander and get some combat training."

"Wow. Aren't you the leader?

"I'm an amateur when it comes to war."

I'm a lord and a magician. Never, I'm not an expert in war.

If you have to, a lord is a job to provide strength for your country. But even in that case, it is natural to leave the command mostly to the hiring subordinates. Such as the lord himself who goes to war, that would be about as famous as the martial arts.

He led himself when his father was alive, but that was only because Fleetberg territory was too poor to have enough money to hire a commander.

Eleonora put her arms around my words like that.

"Jin, I've come up with something a little funny."

"What do you want?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Huh."

Without defying Eleonora's words, I offer my right hand.

Then Eleonora took out the knife she had put in her nose and cut off my fingertips.

Shit, a little pain runs, and there's blood coming from my fingertips.

"... Huh?

"Well, hey,"

And Eleonora, cut off her fingertips with the same knife.

I put blood on my fingertips, blood on my fingertips as well.

It's as if we're having some sort of ritual.

That ritual, is it because you've heard of it?

"Hmm."

"Um, Master...?

"Oh, I'm just pouring your magic into my blood. It's still a small amount. It's not a big deal."

"Ha ha..."

For now, that's how I let Eleonora and I touch each other's fingertips.

And finally it was over, Eleonora let go of her fingers and opened the painted cloth of the Devil's Square.

Hey, me, from time to time.

But I guess I shouldn't worry about it. Eleonora doesn't seem to care about anything.

"Oh, yeah, I thought so."

"... what do you mean?

"Just a trace of your magic in my blood, and even the demon squares painted with your blood can handle it. You see how magic passes through the demon squares?

"... Yes"

Drawn on cloth, demon squares drawn with my blood.

Without a doubt there, I can see the magic flowing. Like when I make skeletons.

"All right. I'll be back at the mansion in a minute. Miss, I asked for it."

"Yes."

"Jin, I'm going home... What's wrong with you? Your face is red."

"It's my fault"

Just a little bit, I know there's heat running on your cheeks.

Still, I guess Eleonora doesn't know. So I dare not poke a snake, either.

With Eleonora grinning slightly at me like that.

"Oh, yeah. Gin."

"Something."

"I know, of course, that the ritual of pushing blood together at my fingertips and 'blood identical' is happening in some regions."

"Do you know..."

And it's like, who's gonna call me, tangled up in my arms.

He pressed his chest with a glossy grin there.

"Oh, and that's the ritual of marriage."

……

Hey.

Did you know that?