Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Think of it, Chris' presence of magic has long been a mystery.

Terrible amount of magic is so massive that it doesn't even reach my feet. It was so much magic that I had no idea what its maximum was. That's enough to know the existence of that magic without having to apply demonic vision (search).

I purely believed that pureblooded arves had so much magic.

But now, Chris has magic.

It's definitely a huge amount, but it's so diminished that I can tell. He said he dawned overnight from that state, but he hasn't recovered at all.

What the hell is this all about?

"Chris... Um, did you get some rest last night?

…… Hey. Slowly. "

"I slept, and you're not recovering...?

Magic healing is a natural healing through sleep. I thought Chris' magic was enormous, and so was his recovery.

But I haven't recovered at all - then how can Chris' magic power be restored?

Ugh, just a little worried.

"Chris."

"Yes."

"Today, I'm not going anywhere. I study magic."

"Yes, I can pee."

"Except to make tea, you can rest. Ianna will clean and wash."

"Yes."

I think I might have tortured Chris too much. No, maybe it was too much.

No matter how much magic I used, I even asked for the creation of giant skeletons, both for travel in momentary motion (teleport) and for the creation of skeletons. And before that - until I hired Ianna, I even left it all to cleaning and laundry by time retroactive magic.

Here, it would be a good idea to have a few days off.

I'm also doing a little research on instantaneous travel (teleports).

"Well, let's make it breakfast. After that, I'll have you caged in my room, Ianna."

"I understand. So let's make lunch like picking lightly?

"Oh. Make it a sandwich."

"Okay."

Ianna bows her head to my instructions.

Well, just a little bit. It would have been due to too much magic used by Chris in the past few days.

After a few days, you should be returning to too much magic as usual.

The next day.

I woke up with pain in my body.

The shoulders stiffen, severe pain runs on the hips, and pain runs when the knees also move. The moment I tried to wake up my body. There was a lightning bolt in the neck.

"Gu, ah...!

I know why.

I was studying magic last night. And just before I thought it was time for bed, I flashed an awesome idea. I came up with a way to reduce the magic of instantaneous movement (teleport) that I was thinking of according to the color of the attribute even more successfully.

And if you think of it, it is the mage who keeps researching it. When I first got the Art Book of Magic, I didn't sleep for seven days.

Well, the result.

I fell asleep with a brilliant thrust on my desk, and my whole body is me in a vacuum.

"Gu... gu..."

Wake up your body somehow and see the misery that spreads in front of you.

The cluttered letters, written in battle with terrible drowsiness, result in substitutes that cannot be read with flutter. The cup of tea that Chris brewed me was intact and the contents were getting cold.

Perhaps I made a terrific discovery. With a sleepy head. And I wrote it here to study it before I forget it.

But I've completely forgotten that. What the hell did I discover?

No way, I had no idea I was going into a situation where I had to decipher my own report, not Art's sorcery book.

"Uh... for now, do you want some water?"

Kuh, and bite the stretch to death and get up. That alone hurt my knee.

I leave the room with a fluffy, sleepless head and head straight to the dining room. Naturally, Ianna is not at work because of the early hours yet.

From the water drain, transfer the warm water to the cup and sip.

"Phew..."

And there.

I heard butterflies and ramblings walking down the hall.

"Huh...?

"Oh, I'm hungry... something... hmm? Oh, isn't that gin? Are you awake already?"

"Master!

"Anything to eat around there, for now? I'm starving."

"Er... it's about bread"

"Give me that."

Pass the bread to Eleonora.

As usual - a little too fancy for a cat pattern pyjama and black-edged glasses. Underneath its eyes is carved a deep neighborhood, and I know exactly how sleepless it is.

And there was no shame in it, nor in the outside, but he breaded, and drank water at once, and exhaled, teasing it, and huffing.

Totally off mode.

"Jin."

"Yes."

"It's finally done. Took me a whole two days."

"Is it true!

"Oh, come and see"

of Eleonora rising out of the dining room chair, following behind.

Undead making is something I'm used to, but it's the skeletons I used to make mostly. And this time, Eleonora created an artificial human (Frankenstein). I guess the way it was made was also so complicated that it took an entire two days at Eleonora.

When you can show me the finished product, there are magicians who are not excited.

"This time, I made an undead for you to help me as a commander"

"Usu"

"But a commander is easy to target. So I made him a great proximity fighter."

"Thank you"

Eleonora opens the Demon Squad room.

There was a flock of veal skeletons. Speaking of which, I was pushing you in here, these guys. Momo, Mo, shut up.

Eleonora, was this veal skeleton even concentrated in the large crowd? I've done something wrong.

But in the middle of those veal.

Obviously, something that didn't seem human stood.

"This is Frankenstein."

"-!"

You can be judged human because it has a head and limbs and is upright.

But other than that, it's like different.

First, a right arm that is much longer and thicker than your height. Slow torso with a short left arm to the point of apology. What you can see from the waist down is the thick legs.

And while the head is properly attached to the position of the head, only a few facial parts exist. Does it seem so creepy that only one eye is present in the middle of the face, a human face with no other ears, nose or mouth?

"I've experimented with it several times, but this guy can manipulate skeletons with thought. You can even arrange veal skeletons in a row"

"Seriously, is that..."

"Exactly. I don't even have parts for my head. I managed to use only the eyeballs, but the parts that weren't found in the body were made from plain bodies (homunculus). It's the brain of General Diez Ramsey that's inside that head."

Eleonora made it, General of the Undead.

That can manipulate skeletons by thought.

Imagine this creepy grand general leading a regiment of Skeletons to the battlefield.

"Um, Master"

"Oh."

"It's just not too creepy......?

"If you put on some armor, you'll figure it out."