The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

“You have to be careful once you engrave the magic circle, you can’t erase it.”

“Yes, yes. I understand.”

At Geor’s warning, I answered casually while drawing lines without hesitation.

If I draw it wrong, I can just draw it on the bare ground as I originally intended.

“Hmm, about this much, I guess.”

I compared the completed spirit summoning circle with Lisbeth’s spirit book.

The connection path to the spirit world, drawn well.

Spirit symbol markings, drawn well.

Water element condensation magic, drawn well…

“Good. It’s all drawn well.”

As I closed the book, Geor concentrated and examined Lisbeth’s spirit summoning magic circle.

“Amazing. As expected of the legendary spirit mage Lisbeth. The upper left and central parts of the summoning circle have many similarities with fairy records. Is the spirit symbol drawn on the right borrowed from ancient dwarven magic?”

Muttering to himself in admiration, Geor nodded his head continuously as if satisfied.

“Is it that amazing?”

At my question, Geor answered as if it was obvious.

“This summoning circle is the essence and peak of elemental magic. If the ‘Sage of Glaciers’ saw this summoning circle, he would offer millions to obtain the spirit book you have and this lithograph.”

The Sage of Glaciers was a mage of the same era as Geor, but unlike Geor who retired and returned the sage title, he was still active.

“No, that crazy woman would try to kill and steal it if it’s not handed over?”

At his added remark, I broke out in a cold sweat and vowed not to take out Lisbeth’s spirit book in front of others.

So this was that amazing.

In the novel, it burned and was lost. No wonder the protagonist Jade wailed in vain after seeing a fragment of the burnt spirit book.

“Anyway, hurry and try summoning a spirit.”

Geor urged me, his eyes sparkling.

No matter how close to death, a mage is still a mage, I see.

“Alright.”

I stood on the lithograph, holding a spirit stone in one hand and downed the spirit assimilation booster made by Old Man Divet.

“Come! One as deep as the abyss, one as vast as the ocean! At times, like raging waves! At times, like a tranquil lake! Like spring rain blessing all things! Descend here and drench, benevolent lord of the great ocean!”

In response to my magic-imbued incantation, the spirit world and the mortal world connected, and the summoning circle began to glow.

Perhaps thanks to Ebilibisk’s Lithograph circulating the magic power of the summoning circle evenly, it was quiet, unlike when summoning Nuni.

Thinking back to Nuni’s time, I thought this area would become a sea of water.

Water droplets began to gather bit by bit above the summoning circle, forming a mass of water larger than the pond.

The water mass shrunk as if compressed, soon becoming as small as a fist.

-Squeak! Squeak squeak!

From the small water mass, a squirrel with white fur and blue stripes popped out.

The “Lord of the Great Ocean” spirit I summoned looked at me with round eyes, tilting its head.

Like with Nuni, I waved the spirit stone in my hand to attract its attention.

“How is it? Do you want it?”

The Lord of the Great Ocean must have also been enticed by the spirit stone like Nuni as it approached me.

“Let’s make a contract. Then I’ll give you this spirit stone.”

As if understanding my words, it leaped up like a flying squirrel and landed on my arm.

Then, as if the contract was completed, I felt the squirrel’s emotions.

This fellow was drooling at the sight of the spirit stone.

I handed the spirit stone to the fellow and said.

“From now on, your name is Rami.”

An easy-to-remember name is best, after all. Rami, who received the spirit stone, swallowed it in one gulp.

Its cheeks swelled larger than its face, Rami mumbled and soon put the spirit stone into its belly.

“The three of you should get along well from now on.”

At my words, the spirits of wind, lightning, and water looked at each other and shared their own communion.

I got down from the lithograph and immediately put the lithograph into my ingredient warehouse.

“Ah!”

Geor, who had been immersed in thoughts about the spirit summoning just now, looked at me as if asking why I was taking the lithograph when I retrieved it.

“I said I would show you my summoning, I never said I would hand over the summoning circle. And you have no need for it, Elder. It’s not like Sillua can learn spirit arts.”

At my words, Geor lightly clicked his tongue.

“Tsk! What a petty fellow.”

He was disappointed but didn’t dwell on it much.

To him, what mattered now wasn’t some mere magic.

Night passed and day broke again. Geor woke up from his slumber without fail to the sunlight shining through the window.

And like a habit, he rubbed his eyes as if wiping them.

“Hmm…”

The tears that flowed every morning didn’t come.

“Strange.”

Yes, it was strange.

The emptiness in his heart remained, he missed and agonized over his wife so much, yet today, no tears flowed.

Even though he wished as always to not open his eyes in the morning, it was odd.

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

At the greeting of Zillian No. 79 entering through the door, Geor replied.

“No, it was not peaceful.”

Every day was not peaceful.

It had been 10 years since he stopped giving the expected answer to that obvious fact.

Yet Geor answered.

Was it because his heart felt even more hollow today for some reason?

He himself didn’t quite understand.

Zillian No. 79 held out the medicine and water glass as per the set actions, and Geor picked up the medicine.

About to throw it out the window as usual, Geor stopped his action.

Then he looked at the medicine in his hand.

“Taking this medicine now won’t extend my lifespan anyway.”

It was already far too late to delay death.

Of course, he didn’t regret not taking the medicine.

Even if he had diligently taken the medicine after his wife’s death, the lifespan that would be extended wouldn’t even reach 3 years.

To him, 3 years without his wife was too long a hardship, so he didn’t take the medicine.

Moreover, the medicine distracted his concentration.

It interfered with delicate and complex magic research and work, so he further abstained from the medicine.

Such a man poured the medicine into his mouth.

“With this, I can use magic power to some extent.”

The medicine robbed him of concentration but instilled vitality into his body.

To a mage, vitality is tantamount to magic power activation.

As Geor gulped down the water, a dear voice was heard from Zillian No. 79.

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

“Yes. If you like it, I like it too.”

Geor rose from his seat with a faint smile.

“Time to teach my incompetent disciple.”

Geor’s figure leaving the room was reflected on Sillua’s retina through Zillian No. 79’s eyes.

“…Father. What is that smile?”

Sitting next to Antique No. 5 in the backyard, Sillua looked at the sky with a face on the verge of tears.

Today again, as Geor’s lesson ended, I laid on the ground as if collapsing.

It had already been five days since coming to Geor’s mansion.

That meant today’s lesson contents were already the 4th year curriculum.

“No, seriously, you’re doing a whole year’s worth in a day?!”

As the grade advanced, the contents became more difficult, but it was still manageable so far.

Aside from the methods of operating magic power that had to be learned with the body, the theory parts weren’t even considered difficult compared to modern high school or college math.

In other words, it was mostly memorization, and I was confident in memorizing.

However, if there was a problem, it was that the amount increased day by day.

The textbooks, which were six books on the first day, were now nine books.

I called out to Zillian No. 79, who was organizing the traces of magic Geor demonstrated, while lying down lifelessly.

“Hey.”

Even at my call, Zillian No. 79 didn’t answer.

“Zillian No. 79?”

“Did you call for me? User Yuan.”

It seemed it recognized being called only when addressed by the clear name Zillian No. 79 when other Zillian series were around.

“Can you ask the old man to slow down a bit?”

“Inquiring the answer to User Yuan’s question, ‘Can you ask the old man to slow down a bit?’. Please wait a moment.”

After answering so, Zillian remained still for a while, then opened its mouth.

“As a result of inquiring via Zillian No. 71, the Master’s answer is as follows. ‘Do the preview properly.’ That concludes the answer to the inquiry.”

Zillian No. 79, having answered, continued organizing the surroundings.

“Oh, my fate.”

I blankly watched Zillian No. 79 organizing while feeling discouraged.

I needed to clear my head for a bit. Then Zillian No. 79’s hands caught my eye.

“Zillian No. 79.”

“Yes, User Yuan.”

“I’ve never seen those gloves before?”

Clumsy embroidery was stitched on the black gloves worn on Zillian No. 79’s hands.

“Searching the archive for the answer to User Yuan’s question ‘I’ve never seen those gloves before?’. …Search complete. Received them back from the Young Miss 4 hours, 17 minutes, and 23 seconds ago.”

“Received back?”

Come to think of it, among the Zillian series frequently going around managing the mansion, only Zillian No. 79 was barehanded.

Turning my head to check, all the Zillian series had gloves on, but some individuals had embroidery while others didn’t.

Then I spotted a barehanded Zillian among the Zillian series carrying a laundry basket.

“Hey!”

Even at my call, the barehanded Zillian walked to the clothesline without answering.

“Zillian No. 79.”

“Yes, User Yuan.”

“Which number is that Zillian not wearing gloves and carrying the laundry basket?”

“Answering User Yuan’s question ‘Which number is that Zillian not wearing gloves and carrying the laundry basket?’. It’s No. 80.”

I see. I roughly figured it out.

The Zillian series wearing gloves with embroidery seemed to be No. 79 and below, while the Zillian series wearing gloves without embroidery were No. 81 and above.

“Did Sillua stitch that embroidery for you?”

At my question, Zillian No. 79 nodded.

“Affirmative. That’s correct.”

At Zillian No. 79’s answer, I got up and checked the embroidery on the gloves the Zillian series were wearing.

The embroidery pattern was exactly the same without the slightest deviation, as if engraved by a machine.

“Of course. No wonder the old man can’t die like this.”

Sillua wasn’t embroidering the gloves because she wanted to.

If so, the embroidery patterns wouldn’t be this consistent.

I roamed the mansion in search of Sillua.

It wasn’t difficult to find Sillua in the not-so-spacious mansion.

I secretly approached behind Sillua, who was sitting on the sofa embroidering gloves, and tickled her side as if launching a surprise attack.

“Kyahaha! That tickles! What’s with you all of a sudden?”

Sillua laughed and put down the gloves and needle as if throwing them.

“Sillua, I’m bored so let’s play together from now on.”

At my words, Sillua looked at me a bit sulkily.

“Oppa, you have to attend Father’s lessons! Father will dislike it if you disrupt your studies!”

“Ahaha! If I couldn’t keep up just by playing for a bit, would your father teach me? Or is embroidering more fun than playing?”

At my question, Sillua was conflicted.

Of course. As the embroidery wasn’t something she was doing of her own volition, playing would naturally be more fun.

Sillua was imitating Geor and Jaeolin’s daughter, her older sister, who had died over 20 years ago.

As if it was her duty.

I stroked Sillua’s head and asked.

“Have you tried insect collecting? Playing tag? Hide-and-seek? It’s nice playing with just two, but it’s more fun with more people. Let’s play with Precia and Gilbert too. And your father as well.”

At my words, Sillua looked at me with surprised eyes.

Hesitating between a sense of duty and temptation, Sillua grabbed my sleeve.

“Then… just for a little while.”

I couldn’t leave Sillua be.