Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Eleonora took me to her mansion in the Empire City.

Or I arrived in a flash on Chris' instant move (teleport). Eleonora has done nothing in particular. It's been a long time since I've been here. Has it been since I was a disciple?

But what the hell did Eleonora come all the way to the Mansion for?

"Well, let's get what we need."

"What the hell do you do?

"You said you'd hire a commander to lead Skeleton. I'll make that commander."

"What...?

I frown at Eleonora's words without knowing what she meant.

Sure, I was gonna hire a commander.

I'm an amateur when it comes to battle, and at best as much as I fought an advance team of 'Ecclesiastes' who attacked Bath's village and a giant skeleton against the 'Holy Knights'. To put it bluntly, I've only ravaged them as overwhelmingly strong sides.

Assuming it develops into war, that's what the tactics need a bright commander, I thought so.

But - what the hell is making that?

"There are demon squares in the Mansion, too, right?

"Yeah..."

"Then fine. I'll show you my secret, too."

"Secret, sushi...?

I think they showed me a secret or a bunch of awesome magic tools.

Mostly, in a cluttered warehouse bearing the name Magic Supplies Store. Exactly that way, I don't know if I'd roll a tool worth more than a hundred gold coins.

Well, I'm carving tracking magic into everything, and I don't think they're gonna steal it. Besides that, I don't even think there are magicians who can go beyond Eleonora's boundaries from the outside.

Such Eleonora smiled and indicated with her chin.

That's - behind the mansion.

"You don't know much about my mansion, do you?

"Well... yes, that's right"

Daily cleaning was Chris' job, and I was busy studying, so it was a given private room and library that I spent most of my time in Eleonora's mansion.

And then I was in the kitchen cooking meals, but that's about it. All I can tell is the toilet and the bathroom.

I don't know what's behind the mansion.

"Here."

"Ha..."

Eleonora took me. What was ahead was the library.

With all sorts of books lined up, that's where I've been in a couple of times, too. There are not even Art's sorcery books on boulders, but there are still precious sorcery books lined up. Some of them were what I wanted.

Here, what the hell...

"You've been in here a couple of times, haven't you?

"Ah, yes. To find out…"

"I've been in here many times, and you don't even notice. If you're a magician, I doubt you have one. There's no magician in my house who hasn't worked hard."

……

I don't remember working particularly in the mansion.

But Eleonora, one of those bookshelves - in front of it, muttered a small spell.

Along with that, gibberish, the bookshelf moves with a noise.

"-!"

The bookshelf is like a door, stored behind the next bookshelf.

And the bookshelf disappears, and there should only be walls.

There was a door, tightly sealed.

"This place..."

"Well, it's a place I rarely go in, either. It's a warehouse, but it's not on the same level as the monkey rolling over there."

"That means you're forbidden...?

"It's all ethically out mon. If you don't want to know any more, you can turn your heels back here. Wait till I bring it."

……

To Eleonora's words, I shake my head just a little worried.

Eleonora, my master, trusted me to tell me secrets. If you say you're not interested ahead, you're lying.

Besides, it's a collection of magicians like Eleonora. There are so few opportunities to show it to me.

I was ready and I followed Eleonora's back as she opened the door and went inside.

Chris wasn't sure, though he was tilting his neck.

……

It was over there with the door open, the stairs.

I guess the warehouse is underground. Eleonora went down the stairs suddenly, even though there were no various sources of light.

I also manage to be surprised and go downstairs taking care not to step off my feet.

And then, at the end of Eleonora's descent down the stairs, she opens another door.

"-!"

with it.

I ran scared on my spine.

For the sight that spread across the door. abnormally arranged there.

"I know they say it's a bad taste. Mostly it only flows to the dark market, so it's hard to collect."

"Co, fuck...!

"I told you. Even the ethically out mon."

It was arranged there.

Because they were just things that used to be part of humans.

Floating in green liquid, someone's arm.

Kapikapi dried, someone's leg.

Only bones and skins remain, someone's hand.

It's sinking in the blue fluid, someone's brain.

It's soaked in salt, someone's eye.

My brain, my head, my eyes, my teeth, my arms, my hands, my torso, my guts, my genitals, my legs, my legs.

All the things that used to be part of humans.

It was narrow and lined up.

"You can introduce him one by one, but that's a hassle. Oh, don't touch it. Some of these monsters are left with a terrible curse."

"What, so, this stuff..."

"It'll be a good catalyst. Some ritual magic can only be bribed by the use of parts of the human body that carry magic. Metaphysically, that means something, but if you are a person carved into the unconscious of the world, you also have a metaphysical meaning. In the form of a price to pay for a" hero. "

……

"So, here's the real deal"

to do it, and Eleonora smiled.

What you're showing me is the brain marrow sinking in the blue fluid.

"This is the brainchild of General Diez Ramsey, the man known as the rare commander"

"General Dies......!?

That's a great hero even I've heard of.

Commander who was fighting on the front lines when the Grand Slam Empire was still a small country. He is a legendary general who has never lost a single battle throughout his life.

The brain of such a person is here...

"And over there is the right arm of 'Sword Saint' Bearia Yarmara. Left arm of 'Storm' Azine Vallade." Walking Fortress "Dostres Yoda's right leg...... well, it's part of their body around there. You know what I mean when I say this far?

"No way, Master......!

"Oh."

That, I haven't been able to decipher yet, the second half of Art's sorcery book.

It was still only part of the word that could be deciphered, and the content was elusive.

It is.

That's...

"This is the guy who makes the Artificial Man (Frankenstein)"

Necromancer magic that connects corpses and creates one body...