Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Chris' magic should not be worn out in vain - that was the common understanding between me and Eleonora.

So Eleonora also made her way to the mountain near the Imperial City on her own, and I was never forced to do so, and it was a day to continue my research without heading up the mountain. Though not so much to use in instantaneous travel (teleport), he was trying to prevent it from diminishing at all.

Although.

I didn't tell Chris to stop using magic. You didn't have to tell me, but if I didn't say anything, I'd do nothing. That's what I thought.

That's something Ianna doesn't know. In the first place, I don't even know that Chris is undead.

So.

I can't blame anyone for this situation.

My measures were too sweet.

"... Chris"

"Yes, sir."

"That's enough. You don't have to clean the windows any more."

"Dear Gin...?

"From here on out, Ianna wipes the windows. Chris, I need you to come here for a second."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes."

Ianna with a strange face, but without asking any more, goes back to work.

And with Chris following me, my office as dusty as ever - where a pile of paperwork was placed. I went in there.

While I think these paperwork needs to be handled properly.

I sat on the couch first.

"Chris."

"Yes."

"In the future, I want you to be careful"

……

Obviously diminished, Chris' magic.

Still, it's not going to be huge, but I can see that cap, too. That remaining magic is probably a hundred times as powerful as mine. Compared to this morning, that total has fallen below a tenth.

Yes, a hundred times my size - that's all I might feel when I ask, but if I convert it by the number of skeletons created, it's like a thousand bodies.

Other sorceries, such as matter replication sorcery or time retrospective sorcery, are enough to blow up in an instant if you use that sorcery.

I can't believe you exercised that over and over before I knew it.

"Don't use magic."

…… Why? "

"Chris' magic is considerably diminishing now. Are you tired?

"Yes, Chris, you're annoying."

"That's the result of using too much magic. There's not much magic left in Chris."

……

Chris is tilting his neck if he doesn't know.

Before this happens, I should have alerted Chris. We should have stopped Chris from using witchcraft before he went so far.

But I can't help worrying about what's past. You should be careful not to lose any more of Chris' magic in the future.

"Chris is an undead."

"Yes."

"When I became undead, I may have absorbed the magic that was around Chris. I don't know what will happen to Chris when all that magic is lost."

……

"Damn...... is that not in the art book of sorcery......?

In front of Chris, open the Art of Magic book.

Is there any way to replenish the Undead's magic? Even Skeleton hasn't figured out how it works yet in the first place.

Perhaps we should have kept the decryption of magic books ahead of us, rather than studying instantaneous mobility (teleports).

In the second half that I haven't been able to decipher, maybe there's a way to replenish the magic...

"Sashima"

"Oh......"

"This, okay?

"... eh"

Ha, and there I open my eyes.

How could I not have noticed this idea before? Instead, I wonder why, never before, did I open the Art Book of Magic in front of Chris.

Yes, Chris is an Art.

Even though he has lost most of his memory, he uses unstoppable sorcery to breathe, an art.

Then.

Art's Magic Book can also be read by Chris -!

"Hey, hey, wait, give me...!

"Yes. Mazuma"

"Uh... well, Chris, can you read this...?

"Nekuromanshi no Shige"

……

Chris reads the letter of the title lightly.

The magic book I've been trying to decipher by pulling dictionaries and stuff.

How come you haven't noticed the idea before, for two years? It's because I've been deciphering it myself so that I never show it to anyone.

At least before Chris is around, if you're doing research like this.

"Chris."

"Yes."

"Deposit this book with Chris. Read all about it."

"Absolutely?

"Oh. On top of that, if there's a way to replenish the magic, let me know"

"Murray, murray, murray..."

Koten, and Chris tilting his neck.

And alternate between Art's sorcery book and my face.

"Sashima"

"Oh."

"I don't know"

……

Sure, Chris has no knowledge of witchcraft at all.

I don't even know anything about exercising magic or attributes. On top of that, you'll just have trouble asking me to look for ways to replenish the magic described in the book.

So, what do I do?

The answer is one.

"Bye, Chris."

"Yes."

"From now on, read that book from the beginning. Put it in your mouth."

"Absolutely?

"Oh."

I'll keep track of Chris' words.

So I create my own Art Book of Magic.

That way, we can also record the Art's sorcery book - what was written later in the day.

There, what mystery sleeps.

Just imagine that, my chest rattled violently.

"Majutsu-no-noodles"

"... wait a minute. Catalysts need to be prepared."

"Shizuku is so tough, so tough."

"Bones I spent seven days in the light of the moon...? I mean, I've been drying outside for seven days, so let's go...? Seven days of bones,"

"However, this is not one of them."

"Only on moonlight without sunlight......? Hey, give me a minute. You use a pretty complicated bone as a catalyst. Does that mean putting it in a spot out of the light during the day and letting it out at night? Does this mean seven days in total...? Then, given the time I can put it out at night, is that a third of the day? I mean, you're gonna need a catalyst in the light of the moon for 21 days... hey, this is gonna have to be verified."

Keep writing down even on paper what Chris is going to read.

At first, it was a skeleton creation and zombie creation that I had already confirmed, so I hardly ever stopped this way, but as I got to the middle of the day, there was a lot of content that I didn't grasp.

Each time I think about it, because my hand stops running the brush, I don't get to move on as late.

Thanks to you, the sun was already abundantly down outside the window.

"I see... bye, Chris. Let's go on tomorrow. You need to rest already today."

"Yes. Chris, it's easy"

And the book closes.

Chris has been reading to me since noon, and less than a third have been able to decipher it yet. And in the future, there will be more difficult content.

But my breasts are bouncing. From now on, we will be able to better understand the parts that have not been deciphered.

Get out of the room, drop off Chris' back.

I lit the lamp.

"Well... do you want to work"

Today, you don't have time for bed - with that in mind.

I decided to take the brush again and fight the paperwork of a pile of territory.