The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

The land of the undead.

A place where undead with intelligence gather and live.

It was called by various nicknames such as the ‘Great Cemetery’ and ‘Resting Place of Lingering Regrets’, but most intuitively referred to it as the ‘Land of the Undead’.

I’m not sure if it’s correct to describe the undead as living, but there was not a shred of disagreement in referring to the place where they gathered as a ‘nation’.

The undead, the citizens who constituted the nation, all possessed ‘intelligence’, and they established sovereignty with the ruler, the ‘Dark Queen’, at the forefront.

The sovereignty of this era belonged to the king, so the presence or absence of a ruling monarch was one of the very important requirements.

A land without a king was not recognized as a nation to that extent.

That was the reason why the organization ‘Republican Revolutionary Party’, lurking in the empire and various monarchical nations, was ignored and despised.

Their ideology of advocating a republic was born in the wrong era.

It would be somewhat acceptable about 300 or 400 years later.

Anyway, the land of the undead lacked nothing to be called a ‘nation’ as it had all three requirements that constitute a nation: ‘territory, sovereignty, and people’.

They even engaged in trade, albeit limited, so that says it all.

It was absurd and ridiculous that the undead engaged in national-level exchanges with foreign countries.

At my request to go to the land of the undead, Bahamut looked at me as if it were interesting, let alone agonizing over it.

“You’re going to meet the Dark Queen? For the sake of that pitiful soul sealed in that jewel.”

Bahamut saw through the jewel in Yard’s arms.

I didn’t mention that Lila was inside that jewel, but as expected of the Dragon Lord.

“Well, I have my own business to take care of as well. So can you send me to the land of the undead?”

There were several ways to enter the land of the undead, which was isolated from the outside world by magic, but the safest way was through Bahamut.

In fact, even this method was never easy or safe.

To begin with, the prerequisite was friendship with Bahamut, which in itself was an absurd level of difficulty.

Of course, it was safe for me because I had already met the prerequisite.

Bahamut, who had been seriously contemplating my question, smiled brightly and spread out the Chaturanga game board.

“Hmm, rather than that, shall we play a game first and then think about it?”

The expressions of the three people who met Bahamut for the first time, who had been waiting for a serious answer, slightly distorted in confusion.

The image of Bahamut known to the world was that of a sacred and wise counselor and a great prophet, so the dissonance was no joke.

I picked up a game piece and thought.

I would win the bet with Jade.

“Argh! One more round!”

Bahamut slammed the table, facing the king’s dead end.

Bang! Thud!

My precious table, which was as weak as can be, couldn’t withstand the dragon’s strength and was split in half.

“Mmm, we played the promised fifteen rounds. Hehehe~!”

Today’s record was 15 games, 12 wins, 3 draws, 0 losses.

The 3 draws were also because we reached a point where there was no way to capture each other’s king, and it became a draw after a long, drawn-out game, not because Bahamut played well.

How did she become a Grandmaster? Are the Chaturanga masters in this world all incompetent?

“Incompetent, you say! Me, incompetent!”

Bahamut tugged at her beautifully flowing hair with both hands.

Hmm, I wonder if I can make use of those plucked hairs in various ways since they are dragon mane hairs?

Even before I signaled, Jade was ready to collect Bahamut’s fallen hairs with tweezers and a storage container enchanted with magic.

As expected of Jade.

It seems I can trust and leave things to Jade when I’m not around.

“This is impossible! Let’s play one more round! Please?”

“Ah! Get off me, you loser!”

I heartlessly pushed away Bahamut, who was clinging to my sleeves with tears and snot running down her face.

“Lo- Loser?!”

Bahamut sat on the ground as if her legs had lost strength from the shock.

After mumbling, she soon laughed as if she had lost her mind.

“Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe! Loser, hehe! This is the first time I’ve been treated like this.”

She had definitely gone mad. Bahamut had a blush on both cheeks.

Even though she looked like a pretty girl, it was scary to see such madness from her.

She may be pretty, but it’s scary to see her eyes gleaming with madness. I shouldn’t get too friendly with her.

At that moment, Jade tapped his wrist while looking at me.

It was a secret signal to check the time.

Has the betting time already passed?

I glanced at Sophia. Sophia was still looking at Bahamut as if she were amazed.

I have a bad feeling about this. Don’t tell me her illusion hasn’t been shattered yet?

Jade smiled triumphantly as if he had won, and I talked to Sophia in a casual manner, thinking there was no way.

“Haha, are you a little disappointed?”

“Huh? No.”

I was confused by her answer.

“No?”

She’s not disappointed even after seeing that state? Is it not an illusion but her head that’s shattered?

As I was bewildered, Sophia giggled and said,

“I had somewhat expected it. Saints can read the records left by previous saints.”

Previous saints. Right, about 600 years ago, Daliana, who traveled with Bahamut, was also the Saint of the Earth.

Sophia also occasionally scribbled something in her notebook, so it was certain that Daliana must have written a travelogue as well.

Then Bahamut’s antics would have been recorded to some extent.

When I looked at Jade, he smiled like a mischievous child. I see, that guy knew.

“Haa… I lost.”

I had no choice but to admit defeat.

In such bets, the closer side usually wins.

In other words, I, who bet on 2 hours, had to win if Sophia’s illusion was shattered before 3 hours, and conversely, Jade had to win if Sophia’s illusion was shattered after 3 hours.

And now, 3 hours had passed since the time of the bet.

It was clearly my defeat. I had raised a tiger cub.

No wonder he was so confident. He didn’t know about Bahamut, but he knew Sophia well.

Vicious guy, well done. I feel so reassured that my stomach might burst.

Sophia, who saw the exchange of glances between Jade and me, realized that she had been used as a betting material and spoke with a sulky expression.

“Hey! If you’re going to make a bet, you should include me too!”

Ah, was that the problem?

“What did you bet on?”

“It’s nothing special.”

I took out a book from my subspace.

It was a grimoire containing the secret art of the legendary necromancer Billy, which I had cherished.

“Hahaha! Thank you. Now that we have an undead who was a transcendent in life, we should make proper use of it.”

Jade preciously received the necromancy book as if he had no intention of liberating the poor undead.

In the novel, he was someone who showed kindness even to his enemies, but I don’t know how he turned out like this.

Of course, I’m fine with it.

“Well, it’s good to know some necromancy when entering the land of the undead.”

Necromancy has the same nature as spirit arts, allowing communication with undead who have will but cannot speak.

By the way, in the land of the undead, it was considered treason for individuals to command undead, so I had to seal the Dullahans I received from the scarecrow before entering.

According to the national law, only the Dark Queen, the ruler of the land of the undead, could command undead.

I asked Bahamut,

“So can you send me to the land of the undead?”

Bahamut was a guest, watchman, and guide who traded with the land of the undead.

Of course, there were ways to go even without her.

It’s just very troublesome and dangerous.

At my question, Bahamut wiped her face with a handkerchief and said,

“The land of the undead? Ah, right. Yuan, I can personally take you there. But not the other guys.”

“You can take me there?”

In the novel, she only arranged the trials.

“Yeah. You’re a friend who ‘perfectly’ won the bet with me, so it’s possible. But not the others.”

‘Perfectly’, becoming friends with Bahamut required winning at least two out of three bets with her.

In the novel, Jade had only won the first two bets and was utterly defeated in the final Chaturanga game.

“I guess the three bets have some magical meaning?”

At my question, Bahamut just smiled. She had no intention of answering.

“Then can you arrange a trial so that they can enter?”

This was my original goal. To enter the land of the undead, one had to go through the trial of the ‘Immigration Officer’.

Among the various immigration officers, the ‘Skull Rabbit’ arranged by Bahamut gave a trial that didn’t require risking one’s life.

At my request, Bahamut answered as if it were nothing.

“That’s possible. But you can’t participate in the trial.”

“Huh? Why?”

If I’m excluded, the difficulty will skyrocket! A trial that didn’t risk one’s life meant a trial that required intense mental effort.

“There are three reasons. The first reason is that if you’re there, the trial I’m trying to connect won’t be a trial. I want to arrange a relatively safe trial since they’re your companions.”

I could guess what her words meant.

The trial itself for immigration had magical and mystical significance, so if it ceased to be a trial, its meaning would be lost.

Bahamut was wary of my ability, specifically my spirit arts.

“The second reason is somewhat political. Due to perfectly winning the bet with me, you have the right and obligation to be treated as my equal in places associated with me.”

Bahamut was a very high-ranking state guest in the land of the undead. If I were also considered equal to Bahamut, it would be extremely rude to impose a trial on my entry. Rather, from the perspective of the immigration officer, they would refuse the trial.

“You know the last reason better.”

At Bahamut’s words, I smiled bitterly.

“Because I have escaped the fate of death?”

She nodded at my guess.

The land of the undead was the land of the dead. Originally, I, who should have died according to fate, was in a very ambiguous position from their perspective.

Moreover, according to Dorothy, I was a being who distorted the fates of others, so that would also be related.

“Got it. I’ll sit out the trial.”

I’m glad it’s convenient for me. I just feel a little bad that it’s only convenient for me.

“Okay, so when should we go?”

At her question, I looked around at my companions. After confirming that everyone nodded, I said,

“Now.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Bahamut flicked her fingers, and there was a flash of light.

I closed my eyes for a moment due to the glare, and when I opened them, my other companions were nowhere to be seen. Only Bahamut and I were standing in front of a luxurious stage in an empty theater.

A skeleton in a suit came up on stage and greeted Bahamut and me in a classical manner.

-Welcome to our theater, esteemed guests. The show will now begin. We hope you have a pleasant viewing experience.

As the skeleton’s greeting ended, a curtain covering the stage was drawn, and like an old projector, it showed my companions standing somewhere.

-We will now begin the immigration test.