The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

“Let’s stop here for today.”

With Geor’s declaration, I laid down lifelessly as if collapsing.

“Uaah! I’m going to die!”

As if Geor’s claim of it being for 1st years was no lie, the contents could be called an introduction to magic, with the definition of magic power and basic methods of use.

An introduction, as the word suggests, is a summary that gathers the key points of a subject’s overall contents, an explanation for beginners of the path ahead.

The problem was the total amount of learning, and explanations that were too advanced to be called an introduction.

“How is this an introduction! It’s a comprehensive discourse!”

“Originally, what you learn in the 1st year is everything the school teaches.”

He’s right.

Basics are the foundation of a subject, and application is a tower built upon the basics. However…

“Isn’t there a reason they divide it by grade to teach? What are you teaching application alongside the basics!”

Geor was truly bad at teaching.

To explain the simple contents of the textbook, he adds complex magical phenomena and additional in-depth theories.

It was like having a beginner swimmer who had just learned breathing techniques and how to doggy paddle swimming a 1000-meter race.

A prime example of a good player not being a good coach.

“It’s better to teach everything at once anyway. And there isn’t much time.”

At those words, I was at a loss for what to say.

As he said, there wasn’t much time.

I knew he was dying, but Geor’s physical condition was so dire it wouldn’t be strange for him to die at any moment.

Of course, it was largely his own fault he ended up in such a state.

“Review on your own. There will be a test before tomorrow’s lecture.”

At Geor’s nod, Zillian No. 79 newly took out six thick books from the pocket dimension.

“This is tomorrow’s portion.”

“Are these 2nd year textbooks this time?”

Seemingly hitting the mark, Geor fake coughed at my question.

“Previewing it is up to you.”

Saying so, he went inside, leaning on his staff, saying he’ll rest as he’s tired.

“Phew, it’s a relief the textbooks are at least friendly.”

The contents of Aquila’s grimoire from hundreds of years ago weren’t very helpful.

Needless to say, magic also evolves.

The theories countless intellectuals had accumulated far surpassed the magic of a genius transcending eras.

Of course, that’s not to say the contents of Aquila’s grimoire are useless.

As magic is passed down as a secret, high-level magic doesn’t spread well.

Moreover, as any subject branches out in detail the deeper it goes, even a mage called a sage would be unfamiliar with the fields Aquila had built up.

However, at my current level, the high-level enlightenment wasn’t particularly helpful.

“A test… Alright, let’s see who wins.”

Feeling competitive, I sat up again.

Before entering this body, I was called somewhat of a genius.

I’ll ace this measly class.

******

Entering the house, Geor covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed violently.

“Cough! Cough! Cough! Kuh-eup! Ptoo!”

Coughing up blood, he smiled bitterly.

“I hope I don’t naturally become a lich like this.”

Although there is supposedly a country of intelligent undead far to the north, most undead lack reason.

Even if they are intelligent, they’re bound to be corrupted.

Geor, who had reached the level of a sage in the past, becoming a lich out of attachment to life would be a magical calamity not just on a national scale, but worldwide.

Just looking at recorded cases shows how devastating a sage-turned-lich can be.

The vast desert in the southwestern Agoslav Empire was famously a fertile grain region just 170 years ago.

But now it is the widest desert in the world.

The reason is obviously because 170 years ago, one of the Eight Sages of Magic at the time, the ‘Sage of the Sun’, died harboring a strong grudge and became a lich.

Why the Sage of the Sun harbored a grudge was unknown.

But the reason didn’t matter.

The sage-turned-lich caused immense damage, and countless heroes set out on expeditions to normalize the desert.

However, not a single one has succeeded in the suppression so far.

Not a single one.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a big problem even if I become a lich.”

After the Sage of the Sun lich incident, all mages who ascended to the position of the Eight Sages were required to prepare so their death wouldn’t cause a magical calamity.

That was the same for Geor, who had now stepped down from the sage position and gone into seclusion.

“I have no desire to wander a world without my wife.”

Rather than becoming a huge calamity, he wanted to go where his wife was, so he didn’t want to become a lich.

“Master, your biorhythm is unstable.”

At Zillian No. 79’s expressionless worry, Geor waved his hand.

“It’s fine, wipe the blood.”

Even now with his weakened body, he could still use simple magic, but no matter how simple, prolonged use put a strain on his body.

“Looks like I overdid it, excited to have a greenhorn to teach for the first time in a while.”

No matter how dogmatic, he doesn’t teach theories the learner can’t even understand.

As Yuan was mostly understanding and accepting his teachings, he imparted knowledge to him in a rush.

“Huhuhu… it reminds me of when that lightning blockhead and model student were here.”

Geor smiled, reminiscing about the past.

He was smiling without even realizing, the past was so dear to him.

“Come to think of it, he’s my first disciple.”

In the past, he had many assistants and also taught them, but he had no one who could be called a disciple.

Those qualified to be assistants were already walking their own paths, and all he could teach was to support them on their way.

It was the first time teaching from the beginning like with Yuan.

“I wish I had a bit more time.”

Geor headed to his room, leaning on his staff.

***

I watched worriedly as Gilbert was carried in by dolls, reduced to rags.

“Are you okay?”

At my question, Gilbert laboriously raised his hand and gave a thumbs up.

“I, I won, Your Highness…!”

I knew Gilbert had won because I watched the footage recorded by the dolls after finishing my review.

At first, he struggled quite a bit against the gorilla doll, but soon got the hang of it and moved to the gorilla’s blind spot, winning without much difficulty.

When he first defeated the gorilla, he was just tired, not tattered like this, but then two gorilla dolls appeared as the next stage.

As the dolls complemented each other’s blind spots, it seemed impossible for Gilbert to win with his current skills.

But Gilbert ultimately refused to give up and seized victory.

“Yeah, good work.”

Hearing my words, Gilbert smiled contentedly and fainted.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the basic value I requested was fighting five simultaneously.

Considering Bastille’s notoriety, even five is few, but it should be fine since Precia is here too.

Precia following behind also wasn’t in the best shape.

Her hair was disheveled with leaves and blue feathers stuck in it, covered in dirt.

It seems there was quite a fierce battle, but fortunately, she didn’t seem injured or exhausted like Gilbert.

I removed the leaves and feathers from Precia’s hair and asked.

“How was it? Was it good practice?”

Precia blushed, embarrassed by her unkempt appearance, and replied.

“Yes, it was quite challenging.”

“Challenging? For you?”

I couldn’t know without seeing Precia’s training footage yet, but hearing it was challenging was quite unexpected.

As I looked at her curiously, Precia smiled.

“It wouldn’t have been difficult if I just overpowered it, but I held back thinking that wouldn’t serve as training. And as it’s called a named one, I was reluctant to break it, sensing it wasn’t an ordinary doll.”

Well of course. No matter how much of a named doll Geor made, there’s no way Precia would struggle.

“Good job. Magical dolls can’t properly output without a dollmaster’s support.”

At my words, Precia was surprised.

“That wasn’t its proper output?”

Geor is in no state to properly control dolls.

To be exact, his physical condition was so poor he couldn’t even raise the dolls.

All the dolls in this forest were moving with the magic power of a place Geor created called the ‘Archive’.

“Of course. No way a doll made by a sage would be only that level. Originally, a single named doll could face a thousand skilled knights.”

That was the kind of dolls Geor used to make an army.

He’s not called the Sage of Ten Thousand Soldiers for nothing.

At my explanation, Precia gulped.

“Why so surprised? You alone can face ten thousand skilled knights.”

“N-no. I’m not to that extent…”

Precia expressed difficulty, seeming to really think it impossible.

Come to think of it, is this still when she doesn’t know her own skills well?

Skills can only be measured in comparison to others.

Since becoming a knight and entering the palace, Precia never had a proper chance to spar.

Her only training partner was Horazon in her memories who taught her.

Memories are easy to distort.

The Horazon in her memories, formed by her childhood senses, was configured to be much stronger and faster than the real Horazon.

That’s why she was never satisfied with herself and worked hard, reaching a level near the Ten Swords Under Heaven.

Of course, it was only possible because Precia was a genius.

“Good work, go wash up quickly. Zillian No. 77 said dinner will be ready soon.”

If that belief made Precia even stronger, it was best not to break it.

She needed to become even stronger than now.

Of course, if it was a belief that could be broken by my words, she wouldn’t have become this strong in the first place.

“Yes, I understand.”

Precia wiped her sweat with her sleeve and headed to the bathroom.

Watching her enter the bathroom, I chuckled.

“How is it? I won the bet, right?”

At my question, Geor emerged from his room with a disgruntled expression.

“Bluebird couldn’t even output half of half its power.”

“Precia probably didn’t output even half of half of half her power.”

My gaze and Geor’s clashed.

Geor’s eyes held a firm will to never lose to Horazon’s disciple.

“You’re not even Horazon’s disciple, how would you know that?”

Unable to concede the match, his pride as a mage was a factor, but his resentment towards the rambunctious Horazon in his memories seemed greater.

“Then tomorrow, should we attach a meter to Precia? We can make it ring if the magic power Precia releases exceeds the output value your doll can emit.”

Rather than going by feel, having an indicator seemed more helpful for training by controlling strength.

“Hmph! I already have such a meter, I’ll adjust it to fit that child’s wrist size.”

“Then give me the reward for the bet now.”

As I reached out my hand, Geor glared at me.

“I’m already teaching you magic.”

“That’s a promise unrelated to the bet.”

“Tsk, what do you want?”

“I’ll summon a new spirit at dawn; lend me some spirit stones you have.”

At my demand, Geor pondered for a moment before nodding.

“…Fine. In exchange, may I observe?”

“Do as you like.”

With my acceptance, Geor headed to the dining room, seeming pleased as he leaned on his staff.

I also tried to follow to the dining room, but Sillua grabbed my sleeve with a pouty face and spoke to me.