Industrial revolution starting with the undead

I'm ready to leave the mansion in three days, and I'm leaving the mansion.

I wasn't forced by my brother otherwise, because I also wanted to learn magic toward the Imperial City soon.

I was wondering if I should say hello or take over in a territorial council or something, but I haven't done anything in particular because my brother told me "I'll do all that". Instead, he handed over several documents bearing the Count's seal to Uruge, who came to report them.

My brother says the paperwork alone seems to be fine.

"So long, brother, be magnificent."

"Oh. I'm not familiar with witchcraft, but good luck."

There wasn't that much time for me to pack. I have barely bought enough household goods, so it is the same luggage as when I came back from college. It was just a task to put it inside the room to make it easier to use, in a larger bag again.

The yarn wheel and the worker's skeleton were to be placed as they were in the mansion and also as they were for the carriage and skeleton hose. Though I thought Skeleton Horse was somewhat spared, it was a spooky substitute for being outside Fleetberg territory, and I decided to leave it thinking that I didn't need more than going back to the Empire City.

And then I was to leave everything to my brother.

"... Regards, Territory"

"Oh. I'll take care of it"

accompanied by a hooded Chris carrying not so much luggage.

Of course, Chris' share - the luggage containing spare made-up clothes or various items for Chris is carried by him/her. This one's about half as small as my baggage.

By the way, the biggest piece of luggage - the Art Book of Magic - is well in my nostalgia. This is all we have to protect, no matter what.

"Less, but Road Bank. You're going to Imperial City, aren't you? It also includes transportation costs."

"Thank you, brother"

"You should relax and go. You've been busy, and you can think of it as a vacation."

"I'll make you think so."

I receive a small leather bag from my brother.

This money, of course, must have come out of the safe in the office. So technically, that would mean the money I earned. But in the future, I'm leaving the management of the territory to my brother, so I don't have to tell you the details.

But the problem is.

"Well, you're not going"

……

"We look forward to seeing you again."

……

"It's a long road, but please love yourself"

……

To the three of us, the women who tell me.

Each is dressed in made-up clothing. It's not like I made it to order for Chris, it's a ready-made product. But it's still a delicacy with the price there.

And all three of them look neat. These are three lovely women, one with a strong heart and one with a beautiful face.

You can tell from your outfit and your attitude towards me, but these are the three of you, the maids your brother hired.

It's only three days, and it's a lot quicker. I don't think so.

"Let's go, Chris."

"Yes."

"You're not going!

Behind the maids' matching voices, behind the mansion.

Well, like I was asking Chris for all sorts of things, maybe I need a maid of honor because of the noble mansion. I guess Chris was perfect except for cooking.

I wonder if we need three of them, though. I guess that's purely because I'm not used to luxury.

……

Take a small sigh of sigh as you walk down the road from the mansion to the boarding carriage.

This town is little different than it was two years ago. Originally, it was a town where tax revenues were black, even if I didn't do anything. So it was, and still is, as vibrant as ever.

In the last two years, I've changed my territory dramatically. I know that. But this town of Fulcus is still the same.

With that in mind, I guess all I've done since I became a lord is insignificant. Overall, I guess it would be something I can be proud of to say that I have made tax revenues black.

I remember what Mayor Andrew told me when I just took office.

- If you mean to maintain the status quo, I'm sorry, but the town of Fulcus does not require the asylum of the Earl of Fleetberg. We will run the town of Fulcus in Parliament for the amount of tax to be given to the Earl Territory.

It was the same with the worst current situation and the worst proclamation ever made.

I have an abdominal proposal, and I will try to reduce the fallow land in half in a year - I was somehow convinced by declaring so, but if I hadn't discovered the Art Book of Magic, something cold runs on my spine.

If I could have done nothing, the town of Fulcus would have been independent of the Earl Territory by now and the remaining territories would have been just rural with deficits.

"Sashima"

"Ah...... yeah? Hey, what's up?

"Where are you going?

"Oh......"

Arrive at the boarding carriage stop.

By the way, this passenger carriage is a carriage stop around the territory on Skeleton Horse. Was it a good time to leave the mansion, they said the carriage would arrive soon enough?

I need to go around the countryside first and tell them I'm not a lord anymore. And then I need to make sure it's Skeleton's condition, which my brother was also concerned about. Even if I leave, I don't know if you'll keep moving properly.

After all, for two years, the research went on, but you didn't know what motivated Skeleton. I've checked the Art Book of Magic many times about this, but I didn't know if it was only working with the first magic I put in, or otherwise supplying magic.

And after going around the village for a moment, I plan to head to the Imperial City.

Make it the largest city in the Grand Slam Empire, a city under the protection of His Majesty the Emperor. I lived in magic school for about three years, but I don't feel familiar with that urban air at all.

But once again, I'm going back to the capital.

"After going around the countryside, we're headed to the biggest town in the country."

"Hey, most of all?

"Oh. From the edge of town to the edge, if you walk towards it, it'll take you a whole day or more."

"Hiro."

"Well, that's just too much..."

Ha, I said it myself and laughed at myself. Chris looks at me like that and leans his neck strangely.

For one thing, the past is a long way from looking back. The reforms I have undertaken have borne fruit. My brother will sprout the seeds I sprinkled. I just believe that.

What I see is the future.

When I graduated from the School of Magic, he came to me, to that guy...

"Hey, what are you doing?

"Apprentice."

"Was?"

"Oh. He's the one who's been sentenced several times since he took office as lord. 'Come any time, I'll tell you everything'. Until now, I said no because I was a lord, but I could leave it to my brother, and he's going to be a disciple. I can find my way to magic with this."

……

Guh, and hold my fist.

Sorcery taught at the Academy of Magic is just an initial step. If you really want to excel in witchcraft, there is no other way but to disciple to the earlier mages.

In my case, I had a teacher like Art's Magic Book, so I could have studied there on my own.

Still, discipling to the first should give you a lot of money.

"Besides, that guy might know about Chris,"

"You mean Chris?

"Oh. He's the one I'm trying to disciple, but he's not human. No... I thought you said half of them were human."

"Hanbu......?

"Well, it's been fun since I met you,"

What I recall is coming to me more arrogantly than anyone else, and saying, "I just apprenticed to an elephant, and there's nothing to gain. Come to me when you graduate. I'll tell you everything," she told me.

He is one of the most powerful sorcerers considered to be one of the four witches of the continent and a far transcendent being, such as human life expectancy.

That's who I'm going to disciple.

First name, Eleonora.

More than three hundred years old, she is a mixed-race witch of man and Aarv.