The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

Geor Philip awoke from his slumber with the sunlight pouring through the window.

And as he did every morning, a single teardrop fell.

“I woke up again. I wish I could have stayed asleep through the night.”

His body was ill and dying, yet the body that had reached the pinnacle of magic could not easily accept death.

He just wanted to die and rest now.

He missed his wife.

He missed his eldest daughter…

“… my second daughter.”

As Geor sat up, x Zillian No. 79 brought a tray with a glass of water and medicine like usual.

“Good morning, Master. I hope you had a peaceful night?”

Then it outputed the greeting message inputted by his wife, who passed away 12 years ago.

It was not a peaceful night.

Every night was agonizing with longing, but last night, some trifle shook his heart, making it even more restless.

As Geor gulped down the water and threw the medicine out the window like any other day, Zillian No. 79 recited the compliment phrase Jaeolin had entered.

“It’s good to see you taking your medicine well.”

Just 12 years ago, those words were spoken not by a doll, but by his wife.

The words replayed daily were painful, but he could not bring himself to erase them.

He was afraid of forgetting his wife’s voice, the only one saved.

“How foolish of me.”

Jaeolin wanted Geor to live long and take his medicine well even without her looking after him.

So she set it up for her voice to be outputted when he took his medicine.

But not long after his wife’s passing, Geor discovered a ridiculous loophole.

“She should have made the voice output when I take the medicine, not just drink water.”

In the over 10 years he hadn’t taken his medicine, his body had grown so weak it wouldn’t be strange for him to die at any moment, yet his highly advanced magic would not easily allow him death.

Perhaps his final wish, intertwined with his magical level, was working a miracle.

Rising from his sickbed, Geor extended his hand to Zillian No. 79 and commanded.

“My staff.”

Zillian No. 79 took out his magic staff from its built-in pocket dimension and handed it over.

Geor’s expression as he grasped the staff was mournful.

“Time to teach my incompetent apprentice.”

If the youth, nearly a boy, could grant his wish, he was willing to teach him his everything.

He simply wished and wished for the boy to become his death.

*****

I sat at the dining table and took a bite of the meat pie Zillian No. 77 had made.

Beyond the crispy exterior and soft interior texture, the condensed meat juices and acidity of tomatoes, the fragrance of butter and spices wafted out.

“This is delicious! What’s the recipe?”

It wasn’t a dish to make while traveling, but I asked anyway, intending to jot it down.

Zillian No. 77, who made the meat pie, answered in an inorganic tone.

“Searching the archive for the answer to User Yuan’s question ‘What’s the recipe?’. Outputting recipe ‘Jaeolin’s beloved secret recipe No. 132 meat pie’.”

Zillian No. 77 wrote down the meat pie recipe on paper and handed it to me.

Seeing this, Sillua puffed up with pride as if boasting.

“Mother’s meat pie that Zillian No. 77 made is delicious, right?! I like it too!”

Excitedly lifting the meat pie above her head, Sillua bit into it as is.

Despite being a doll, she chomped on it with a mouthful just like a person.

Sillua was practically an amalgamation of magic puppet technology that transcended eras.

In the future, the protagonist Jade would go as far as to call Sillua a fusion of magic and God’s miracles.

Of course, he said this while destroying the heart of Sillua who had awakened as the worst weapon in the final battle.

“Already having a meal, I see.”

Geor approached the dining table, leaning on his staff.

Zillian No. 79 followed behind him as if attending.

“I hope you slept well, Father.”

“Yes.”

At Sillua’s greeting, Geor expressionlessly patted Sillua’s head and spoke to Precia and Gilbert.

“When you enter the forest, there will be dolls waiting to fight you, so go in whenever you want. Especially you, Horazon’s apprentice, I’ve specially prepared a named one for you, so work hard.”

Then he added, looking at me.

“Lessons will begin in 5 minutes. Come out to the backyard.”

Having spoken coldly, he took a meat pie from the dining table and went to the backyard.

“I’m going to learn magic from Mr. Geor while staying here. It’s a rare opportunity, right?”

At my words, Precia looked slightly disappointed.

“I prefer that you learn the sword over magic though…”

“Oh dear! I better hurry! Both of you work hard!”

I hastily stuffed the meat pie into my mouth and quickly vacated my seat.

If I learned the sword from Precia, I was sure my body wouldn’t survive.

I need to stay alive for now.

Following the guidance of Zillian No. 56, Precia and Gilbert entered the forest and arrived at a clearing different from the space they fought in yesterday.

“It’s a different place from yesterday. It’ll be easier to fight.”

At Gilbert’s words, Zillian No. 56 nodded.

“Affirmative. Yesterday’s location for the guests was a space for repelling intruders. This is where the Master tests the performance of the dolls.”

The place they had fought fiercely yesterday was densely packed with trees, making it difficult to move.

Moreover, on top of dolls swarming from all directions, tree-climbing dolls rained down magical bombardment from above, making it even more strenuous.

In contrast, this place had solid ground and was wide open, allowing for easy movement.

“As per User Yuan’s request, Gilbert’s opponent will be Banana No. 134.”

Simultaneously with Zillian No. 56’s words, a gigantic gorilla nearly 4 meters tall emerged from the forest.

“The Banana series are monster-type dolls modeled after the monster Aperotense. Their characteristics are strength befitting their large build and wings protruding from their armpits, allowing them to stay airborne for a short time. They are also monsters occasionally observed in Bastille.”

At Zillian No. 56’s explanation, Gilbert gulped.

Seeing Banana No. 134, Precia cautioned Gilbert.

“It seems stronger than an actual Aperotense, so be careful.”

At Precia’s warning, Zillian No. 56 nodded.

“Affirmative. The Master has said there is no point in making dolls weaker than actual monsters. In addition to the Banana series, there are many monster-type dolls modeled after monsters appearing in Bastille, so please look forward to it.”

Gilbert drew his iron sword, steeling his resolve.

As Gilbert and Banana No. 134 began their battle, Zillian No. 56 spoke to Precia.

“Precia’s opponent is the named individual, ‘Bluebird’.”

At the same time, an avian humanoid doll with blue feathers landed from the sky.

“Bluebird’s characteristics are-“

“No, I won’t listen to the characteristics.”

Precia cut off Zillian No. 56’s words and drew an iron sword instead of her Seven Star Sword.

“If I hear the traits, it won’t serve as training.”

“Understood.”

As Zillian No. 56 withdrew, the named individual Bluebird began to move first.

*****

I sat on a stump, eyes closed as if meditating, drawing out the magic power within me.

Seeing my magic power, Geor spoke as if seeing something strange.

“Absurd. How can the density of magic power be high when you have such a measly amount and haven’t even properly developed magic circuits?”

I slightly opened one eye and looked at him upon his evaluation.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s not a bad thing. The denser the magic power, the better. But it’s strange that the density could be this high unless you received a magic circuit transplant from some ascetic mage.”

As expected of a master, even in a rotting state, he accurately grasped my condition.

My body’s magic circuits were developed based on Aquila’s circuits, following the methods written in Aquila’s grimoire.

“Normally, you develop magic circuits with low-density magic power and gradually increase the density, but that process takes a long time, and there’s a limit to the density that untalented folks can increase. Looking at you, your talent is nonexistent, so you can consider yourself fortunate.”

That information was also in Aquila’s grimoire.

“Thanks to that, developing magic circuits is a near-death experience each time. Is there no way around it?”

The reason it hurts when I develop magic circuits is simple.

If magic power is likened to water, the density when ordinary mages who have just started learning magic develop magic circuits is like steam.

On the other hand, Aquila’s magic circuits could be called ice.

If a magic circuit is a balloon, ordinary mages expand it by filling it with steam, while I expand it by pushing in ice sticks.

So of course it hurts. The human body is not a balloon.

At my question, Geor declared.

“None.”

As I held my forehead in despair, Geor looked at me with pitying eyes.

“Once fully opened, you’ll have higher magic power than me in my prime, so think of the future.”

“Yes… how comforting.”

I wonder if I’ll die of shock before fully opening them.

I haven’t even properly opened the great veins yet; when will I open the fine veins?

“I saw your magic level yesterday, so the demonstration is done. You use a classical spell composition, which isn’t bad. Who did you learn from?”

“I self-studied from the grimoires in the library.”

“Self-study? There must have been a teacher who taught you from first sensing magic power.”

I shook my head.

“My circumstances didn’t allow for having such a private tutor.”

Geor made an incredulous expression.

“So you mean you self-studied magic from the very beginning? I’ve seen countless geniuses, but this is the first I’m hearing such nonsense.”

“The grimoire was quite friendly, you see.”

Aquila wrote the grimoire considering the worst-case scenario where her child might be oppressed by Lisbeth or other concubines and unable to learn anything.

Of course, Aquila died without any children.

“If that’s possible, it wouldn’t be strange for the grimoire’s author to be called a sage, not a mage.”

To be exact, she was called a witch.

Moreover, she was one of the Four Witches of Calamity, corresponding to the Four Sages of Seasons inherited by the protagonist, Jade.

“Or maybe I’m a genius?”

Geor snorted and ignored my joke.

“Anyway, with your level, it’ll be tough just to keep up with the magical schools anyway, so it doesn’t matter what school of magic or ideology you’ve learned.”

At his nod, Zillian No. 79 took out five thick books from the pocket dimension.

The author of all five books was Jaeolin.

Perhaps they were textbooks she wrote while working at the magic school.

“This is the amount to study today. I’ll proceed even if you can’t keep up, so be prepared.”

Geor seemed intent on giving me a hard time, as if displeased with me.

At my gaze, Geor gave a small fake cough and said.

“They’re textbooks for 1st years.”

“Did I say anything?”

I sighed and opened the book, and Geor began his lecture, using the air as a blackboard and writing with magic.