Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Chris's instant move (teleport) brought us back to the Fleetberg family mansion again.

By the way, hold a large amount of Eleonora's luggage. It's all out for the purpose I saw at first, so I helped and put it all in the crate. I don't know how many times I've learned to nauseate anymore, like a dry arm or a brain in a liquid.

I was going to make skeletons and get used to the human body.

"Well, I'll let you have a little cage."

"Ursu. Please"

"Oh. I'll make a commander that you'll be happy with. Reliable."

"Yes."

I'll do what I can in the meantime.

I needed one first, Skeleton's regiment was complete. The commander is made by Eleonora.

And what remains to be made is the skeleton of a giant, a weapon. I'm the only one who can manipulate it so far, but if I have a few of these ready, one day someone will be able to manipulate me into a force I can rely on.

Most importantly, that opponent will also need to be selected. Letting a bad opponent manipulate you doesn't necessarily cause a crisis the other way around. If you're not a trustworthy opponent, you can't count on the giant skeletons.

Well, the hell as Chris. Eleonora on the other hand. Who else would be trustworthy? Mayor Andrew will be busy.

"See you later."

"Yeah. Chris, let's go to the mountains."

"Yes."

Chris, who nodded at my words, shrugged "Teppu."

Really, why so much magic? Fly from the top of the mountain to Fleetberg territory, from the Fleetberg mansion to the Eleonora mansion, from the Eleonora mansion to Fleetberg territory again, and again to the top of the mountain. So around you look fine, it's too unusual.

If I wanted to make an instant trip (teleport) from Fleetberg territory to the Imperial City, I'd need about five times my maximum magic power. Purely a calculation I use twenty-five times my maximum magic on the road so far alone.

Well, I can't help thinking about it. Let's try to think that's what pureblood arves are all about already.

As our bodies were wrapped in black, Skeleton's army spread before our eyes.

"Wow!?

…… What's the matter, mister?

"Oh yeah, I had a bunch of skeletons here..."

I was unexpectedly surprised. Well, if the skeleton is scratched before the metastasis, I think it will react roughly like this.

I'm the one who instructed you to make it.

But it's true, even I, accustomed to Skeleton's existence, react like this. If Skeleton's army appeared in front of him, the enemy soldiers would be afraid to fight. I don't know how to fight.

Annelotte said that this army of skeletons was the purpose of soliciting me...

"Well... bye, Chris"

"Yes."

"I'm going to have a giant skeleton made now"

"Yes. Hey, hey, hey."

Built in the central square of the town of Fulcus, the giant skeleton.

Honestly, the truth is that I had no choice but to put it in Central Square because there was no place to put it. It seems to be accepted by 10% of the town's residents, and used for just the right meeting spots such as "I'll wait for you on my right foot" and "I'll be on my left foot".

Residents don't know how to move if they have to.

I got Chris to work with me and I managed to create bone parts. I asked them to replicate the part of the bone that was mirrored, to share the magic, and to make it somehow.

But here, I thought.

Creating skeletons is possible with my magic. He was the first to try and succeed without practicing the procedure. Since then, he has continued to make trials and errors about the sorcery ceremony necessary to create skeletons, and has now largely succeeded in reducing his magic power. If my magic power was the greatest, I would be able to make about fifteen bodies in a row.

But replication magic - Chris uses it to breathe - it's not for me. Just replicating a tiny bit of matter will deplete my magic at once.

In other words, purely speaking, the calculation is that the magic used to replicate magic is greater than the magic used to create skeletons.

Then from the start, it would be less magical to give Chris some parts of the giant's bone and have him make skeletons out of it - that's what I thought.

Well, Chris' magic is inexhaustible, and maybe he doesn't need to worry about consuming it.

"This is the giant's, fingertip bone."

"Yes."

"Use this to make giant skeletons"

"Yes."

Chris receives a giant fingertip bone from my hand.

Even the bones at his fingertips are big enough to be difficult to grasp with Chris' little hands. Chris takes it seriously. It's the same faceless look, so I don't know what the hell you're thinking.

But no doubt, with Chris' magic, the giant skeletons would be able to make it without difficulty.

I can't deny the feeling that I rely too much on Chris' magic, but let me still use some magic.

……

Chris' hand shines a light.

Together, the bone at the fingertips grows further, creating more connected bones with it floating in the universe. The five fingers lead to one with the wrist, from which the bones of the arms are born.

There's a giant skeleton I could use all my magic to make only one bottle of bone.

Chris' luxurious magic slowly creates its full content.

"Shh, shh..."

The bones of the arms reach straight to the shoulders, from where they create clavicles, ribs, and spines. The spine then extends down, as does the opposite arm.

It's floating in the sky. It was like a fantastic view, and I was blinded.

The spine reaches the lumbar spine from which the pelvis is made. From there both legs grew, and the giant's torso rose high in the sky.

Making it while I slept on the floor seems like a toy.

And behold, the earthquake arose, and both the feet of the giant went down into the earth.

……

The light of Chris' hand wraps around a giant skeleton.

And finally, from the jaw bone, the skull, the orbital hole was completed - complete figure, the giant skeleton was completed.

So finally, the light in Chris' hand goes out.

"Huh..."

Chris exhales loudly.

You look a little tired, a little sweaty on your cheeks.

But - after all, the giant skeletons are not moving. Just like when I made it, I can't feel any magic in that bone. I found it impossible for Chris to make an autonomous move on the giant skeleton.

But at the same time.

"... Chris?

"Yes."

"The magic... is diminishing?

Chris' immense magic power.

Although the status quo remains unchanged, the amount of its magic is immense.

But as much as I can tell.

Obviously, it was decreasing -.