Industrial revolution starting with the undead

gossip: beautiful girl Anne Lotte

Let me out, then.

"Yes, Princess"

Leaving the mansion of the Earl of Fleetberg's house, he boarded the carriage, and the carriage departed as Annelotte briefly told his lord to do so.

From the carriage surrounded by frogs, you can't see the view outside. Naturally, too. Annelotte, now Lord Harduk as the second princess of the Kingdom of Micheli, cannot be in a position visible from the outside. Therefore, although there is some difficulty in not enjoying the scenery, it is safe to travel dressed as a front carriage.

Of course, outside, two of them, her escorts, look around on horseback.

"Well, princess"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Tell Lord Jin that much."

"No problem. We have to talk about what we need to talk about first."

Sitting in front of Annelotte, her squire - to Gilbert's words, Annelotte shrugs her shoulders and returns so.

Gilbert himself is an old man over sixty years old, but someone who has been deacon in the royal mansion since Annelotte was born. Therefore, he is the other person who also has such a strange feeling that he is a certain family of things to which he is a squire. If you put it plainly, it's like 'Jinya'.

"I just cut a card that I could hang up. Because Jin's unique technology is necessary for our country."

"That's right..."

"If you know anyone else who can make a soldier out of a corpse, let's hear it."

"... excuse me"

Gilbert bows his head.

Of course, Anne Lotte doesn't even know she exists like that.

After Eleonora asked about a magician named Gin Fleetberg, Anne Lotte did a lot of research. That's what happens to all sorcerers, from the Sorcery Federation of the Heilhorn Union to the Sorcery Association of the Grand Slam Empire, to the sorcerers and four witches of the continent who exist in other countries. Investigations were carried out.

As a result, one thing I found out.

That magicians who can make skeleton soldiers out of their bones do not exist anywhere in this world except in Gin Fleetberg.

"But princess, are you serious... are you going to welcome that man to your husband?

"Yep. With one of my marriages, I can miss the only magician on the continent with uniquely powerful powers... any more results?

"A neighboring nobleman, that's also the Count's three sons. To the righteous Michelli royal family, such..."

"Hmm... even though it's the right royal family, it's only the fourth in the Heilhorn Union. But you can't be proud of a family lineage with a long history."

Annelotte returns it that way, as she chewed up a bitter bug in Gilbert's words.

The Heilhorn Union is a coalition of four countries: the Kingdom of Micheli, the Kingdom of Makarp, the Kingdom of Warrows and the Kingdom of Ister. In the first place, the Union itself began to confront the Grand Slam Empire because it had enlarged its territory and grown into the strongest nation on the continent.

But even though the Union states, the cultures of each state are different, and the breadth and force of the country before the Union are not all the same. Compared to the other three countries, the kingdom of Micheli had not been so vast in its original soil or its productive power. There, the soldiers are strong but small in number - that was the country.

Therefore, even now that Heilhorn has become a single nation in coalition, it can be said that the Kingdom of Micheli is still struggling with bitter acidity at the summit of the Four Kingdoms.

As the weakest, fourth country in the Union.

"If we can welcome Master Jin to our country, we can also use the undead in our country to make him do farm work. This will boost productivity on your right shoulder, as in Fleetberg territory."

"But it's only one territory. In the unit of country…"

"Of course I'm thinking about that. In his own magic, there will be limits to it. We know it's impossible to support the entire kingdom of Micheli by himself."

"So, what do you have in mind?

"Yes."

To Gilbert's words, Annelotte nods.

Her drawing - the most necessary pawn for it - is Jin.

"His skill... is definitely Art's magic book."

"Probably would be..."

"Today's meeting turned me into a certainty. Gilbert, the two things Master Eleonora said, he didn't say to me...... remember?

"Hmm."

To Annelotte's inquiry, Gilbert tilts his neck slightly.

Pull his chin mustache, and then Gilbert answered.

"Sure, it was' a secret you should never teach 'and' pretty little lady '"

"Yeah. Almost certainly, 'The Secret You Must Never Teach' is about the Art Book of Magic. I've heard it's a longing for all sorcerers, traded for at least 5,000 gold coins. And if you know you're getting it, all sorcerers come after it. Therefore, no one should be taught that they have magic books."

"I see..."

"My country's magicians would have said it with their mouths shut, too. There is no such thing as magic that freely creates undead, other than the magic of the Art."

"Yes."

Art's Magic Book.

I don't know how I got that and how I used it.

But it's definitely an impossible place for a cohort of magicians. At least that's what the sorcerers in the Kingdom of Micheli said all in one place.

"If so, it's best to empower him. Grant the corresponding status and make an appreciable assessment. That way he will contribute more to the Kingdom of Micheli. And the sorcerers who became his disciples can also touch the abyss of sorcery which he possesses. That way, more magicians will be able to make the undead."

"... does that work?

"I'll go. As a magician or lord, the Empire does not give a legitimate credit to Master Jin."

"Is that what it is..."

To Gilbert, who still has doubts, Annelotte sighs small.

And with it, he grinned.

"Well, watch. You'll see."

"I understand. Because everyone knows that once the princess says it, she doesn't ask people's opinions."

"I am a beautiful girl. That's normal."

"Yes, sir."

To Gilbert's words, Annelotte nods to Eagle Deep.

I haven't gotten a good response from Jin yet. But there is a chance that it will definitely come.

And then I got gin and the kingdom of Micheli got even bigger, then.