Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Next morning.

"Ugh......"

The night dawned.

I ended up naming Chris, and I fell asleep just like that. Physical and mental fatigue had apparently reached their limits, and the moment they entered the bedroom they were invited to the world of instant sleep.

And I'm hungry to feel it as I wake up. In the end, I fell asleep without eating anything last night.

Come on, wake up - yes, with your eyes open.

"Morning, mister."

"Ooh!?

Peek into me sleeping, girl's face.

Someone's in front of you the minute you wake up, or a light horror. And the head, not knowing what was going on, commanded the body to flee for now.

Za, and I lean back to the edge of the bedroom, and when I hit my head on that corner, they both run severe pains.

"Gu, oh..."

Trying to hold my aching head, trying to raise my hand.

What strikes me at the same time is the muscle pain in both arms that I badly abused yesterday.

Bibi, bored by the pain he ran, falls into the bedroom. At the same time, the scarcely dry callousness irritated the nose.

"Gu, ah..."

"Oh, my God, are you all right?

"Ah... uh... uh, Chris, huh?

"Yes, Chris."

Somehow, the spinal cord that was on it moved out.

I'm here yesterday, the girl I brought back to life - Chris. The cheap extreme name Chris because she came out of the crystal (crystal), but it became her name as it was without being particularly rejected.

Again, seriously, I'll take a look at Chris.

Beautiful flowing golden hair, aligned about shoulders. He has a lovely look on his clear white skin and wonders if God has all the perfect parts. She is a young girl who looks about eight or nine years old, but still makes me expect to be beautiful when she grows up.

"Morning, mister."

"Oh...... yeah, good morning"

Because I slept well, I'm mostly tired, and my magic is healing.

Instead, though an uninterrupted muscle ache is attacking. You don't like it when you use muscle strengthening (power-up) because it always happens the next day.

Just move it a little and the pain runs. Move your right hand and hit it on your left arm.

"Recovery"

Poof, warm light heals my arm.

Extremely early, healing magic. I also learned some high-end healing magic such as big healing (healing) and super healing (grand healing), but my magical aptitude didn't seem very healing oriented, so I could only remember the initial healing (recovery).

But if it's about muscle pain, I can handle it.

"Oh, my God, what?

"Yeah......? This is healing magic."

"Kaifuku, Majutsu"

"Well, healing wounds, healing diseases, that kind of magic"

Keep the healing light on your entire arm.

Recovery can only work in a limited number of places, so muscle pain throughout your arm can take a while. But it doesn't consume that much magic, and it's far more than suffering from muscle pain.

Then Chris, watching my witchcraft like that, put his hand on my right hand with the same tiny half-eyed.

"Like this?"

"No, just..."

Heh - and the intense light emitted from Chris' right hand.

But it's not aggressive, it's the warmth that runs across your arms. It is powerful enough to think that it is no longer super healing (Grand Heel), far beyond my recovery (Recovery).

My right hand heals in an instant and feels no muscle pain at all. And the muscle pain in my left hand, which was on the way to recovery, was also healing after all.

I just talked a little bit and it's too awesome to be able to use magic right away or something.

"Uh... yeah. Thanks, Chris."

"Yes, it is."

I tried to spin it around my arms but didn't feel any pain at all. Rather, I feel better than full.

In the meantime, let them use healing magic when they are tired in the future or something. I don't have to use magic, either.

"Speaking of which, isn't Chris hungry?

"Hungry?"

"I want rice, that sort of thing"

"Rice."

A slight half-eye opening.

Apparently, he knows about meals. Well, no matter how much art you say, you don't eat as much.

Though I don't know if I need a meal now even in the state of the immortal.

"Shall we eat some then? Even so, I don't have a lot of stuff."

"Rice."

Leave my room and head down the stairs to the first floor.

Our mansion is vast in vain, but there are many parts of it that are untouched due to the absence of any servants, a situation that has not been cleaned except for the minimum necessary. I did the minimal cleaning about ten days ago.

From there, it was based on Art's sorcery book, so no one would be cleaning at all.

And the kitchen - although, because no one has used it for a while now, the cookware and the like have also rusted away. There, there was a preserved food left.

It's about dried meat, dried bread, and salted vegetables.

Maybe I should go to the bakery and get some bread ears, like my father did.

"Rice."

Sit in the dining room chair and eat the salted vegetables that Chris chopped up.

There was something smiling about eating it with a shade. Or did you need a meal? Even though he's immortal.

I also eat dried meat in the front and sigh small.

For the past ten days or so, I feel like I've been eating just dried meat. The only food I had at home.

"Oh, yeah."

"What's the matter, mister?"

Honestly, I was worried about how I was going to treat Chris.

It's an uninterrupted amount of magic, but so far there's nothing Chris has to do with magic. Besides, there are so many rooms left untouched. That's all too, because the nostalgia prevented me from hiring a servant.

There, it's Chris.

If Chris is an immortal who obeys my orders and doesn't even incur salaries or anything like that, there won't be any problem getting him to work as a servant.

"Chris, your husband's a little busy."

"Yes."

"I can't really clean this mansion or wash my clothes."

"Well, I'd love to."

"I want Chris to do that."

"Yes. Do it"

All right, and gutspaws in my heart.

Having Art do the work of a servant may be an angry thing from the magicians of the world, but it is a serious problem for our family.

If I can count on that, I can focus more on researching and exercising Necromancer magic.

"Then I'll ask you to clean up after dinner."

"Yes, I will."

Well.