The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

The great sage Geor Philip has passed away.

If this news spreads outside, the entire magic community at home and abroad will mourn and hold a 49-day memorial service.

The royal family will also hang a large black flag at the castle gate and grieve, and all the knights whose lives he saved will wear mourning clothes.

That’s how much the Sage of Ten Thousand Soldiers Geor left a great legacy and was respected in the world.

Geor’s daughter Sillua Philip held the still warm hand of her father.

“Father…”

Sillua’s eyes were empty.

As a magic doll, she cannot shed tears.

She neatly placed the hand that had fallen below the bed onto the bed.

“Gloves. I need to get the gloves.”

Sillua tried to leave the recovery room as if her soul had left her body.

She probably intends to embroider the gloves of Zillian No. 80 that have been left in the living room for days again.

Mechanically.

I grabbed Sillua’s arm as she tried to leave.

“Please let go. I need the gloves…”

“There’s no need for that.”

At my words, Sillua strongly shook off my hand and shouted.

“No! I need the gloves…!”

Sillua, who shouted like that, was surprised by her own action.

“So-sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. But I need to get the gloves.”

“Why?”

At my question, Sillua bit her lip.

“Because… I need to be Father’s daughter.”

“You are already Geor Philip’s daughter.”

“That’s not… true.”

Sillua clenched her skirt as if anxious.

Her face reddened and she made an expression as if she would cry.

“I…”

“Are a magic doll?”

When I said what Sillua was going to say for her, her eyes widened.

“…You knew?”

“Yes.”

At my answer, Sillua spoke emptily as if giving up.

“Then you must know. That I’m… a substitute for Father’s daughter.”

Sillua’s eyes were empty.

Dark.

Inorganic.

Anger surged up in me at those eyes.

“Why do you think that way?”

At my question, Sillua looked at me with eyes containing nothing.

“I’m a magic doll.”

“So?”

“…Pardon?”

When I asked back, Sillua blinked as if not understanding.

I asked Sillua again.

“So what? What does you being a magic doll have to do with you thinking that way?”

Sillua’s face began to redden as she blinked at my question.

Her frowning face was the spitting image of Geor.

“Are you mocking me right now?!”

Sillua was angry. She glared at me intensely as if she had been insulted beyond belief.

“No. I’m asking sincerely. Why does you being a magic doll mean you’re not a daughter?”

“That’s…!”

She clenched her fists and bit her lip.

As if admitting something she didn’t want to admit, she opened her mouth with anger and sorrow.

“Because I’m not the real daughter.”

“You can’t be a daughter if you’re not blood-related? An adopted child can’t be a child?”

At my question, Sillua shook her head.

“Then why?”

“Because a doll is not human.”

At Sillua’s answer, I asked again.

“You can’t be a daughter if you’re not human? Can’t humans be family with dwarves? Fairies? Beastfolk? Do you have to be the same species to be accepted as family?”

“…No. But! I’m a doll!”

“What about it?!”

When I shouted, Sillua flinched as if startled.

“Don’t mind the gaze of others! What defines a relationship is you and your father! It’s for you two to decide, not some unrelated third party!”

At my words, Sillua made an expression as if she would cry.

But of course, no tears flowed.

“Say it! Sillua Philip! Do you not want to be Geor Philip’s daughter?!”

“I do! More than anyone! But, but…”

I knelt on one knee and looked Sillua, who was hesitating, in the eye.

“Sillua. Buts or whatever, you are already Geor Philip’s daughter.”

“But… did Father really… think of me as his daughter?”

Sillua’s eyes wavered with anxiety.

Relationships between people are not one-sided.

People want to be loved as much as they love.

In that sense, Sillua could be said to be fully human.

“Of course. If not Geor Philip and Jaeolin Philip, who else would think of you as their daughter.”

“Re…ally…? Really?”

“Yes, really.”

I grabbed Sillua’s shoulders.

“Sillua, do you know your sister’s name?”

“My sister’s name…?”

Sillua couldn’t answer the name of Geor and Jaeolin’s daughter who died over 20 years ago.

“Your sister’s name is ‘Silvia’.”

Silvia, also the keyword that awakens Sillua as the worst weapon in the final chapter of .

“Silvia?”

“Yes, not Sillua. If you were truly a replacement for Silvia, your name would have been Silvia, not Sillua.”

“Silvia…”

“You’re not Silvia ‘2’, you’re wholly ‘Sillua’. Geor Philip and Jaeolin Philip’s daughter, Sillua Philip. I’ll show you the proof of that now.”

I brought my forehead to Sillua’s forehead.

Then I recited the incantation Geor taught me.

“Our beloved daughter, Sillua.”

Simultaneously with my incantation, the magic circuits on Sillua’s whole body began to glow.

“This is?”

“The magic circuits of the Sage of Ten Thousand Soldiers Geor Philip.”

No matter how close to death, there was a simple reason a person who reached the pinnacle of mages was vomiting blood while using a simple magic.

Because he transplanted all the magic circuits he developed and trained throughout his life into her.

Extracting magic circuits inevitably entails pain like carving out flesh.

The surgery of excising and transplanting the magic circuits of the whole body requires tremendous concentration as a momentary mistake can ruin everything.

The magic circuits of a Sage were a treasure more precious than anything in the world, so he couldn’t entrust it to anyone else.

In other words, it meant Geor carved out his body without even anesthesia.

It was something he absolutely couldn’t do if he wasn’t worried about his daughter who would be left alone.

“Father…”

“This isn’t the end.”

Geor’s last attachment was extremely ordinary and natural.

His wish was the ‘independence of his child’.

Parents wish for their child to live happily even in a world without them.

They wish for them to stand on their own.

Even the great sage Geor could only be a father in front of Sillua.

I chanted the incantation Geor in the novel never activated for Sillua’s sake until the end.

“Open, memories.”

The magic circuits engraved on Sillua’s body reacted to my incantation.

And the magic Geor engraved last enveloped Sillua’s consciousness.

Sillua’s consciousness submerged.

Reaching the realm of the unconscious as if sinking into the deep sea, Sillua arrived at a secluded rural village.

-Where is this?

No matter how much she looked around, it was a space she didn’t know.

Walking for a while, wondering where this place was, Sillua discovered a small boy and girl playing in the field.

The boy shyly wore the crude flower crown the girl made, and the girl held out her hand to have the clover ring put on.

The boy and girl ran up the hill holding hands with happy smiles.

Sillua realized the boy and girl were her father and mother, Geor and Jaeolin.

I want to keep watching.

The moment she thought that, the surrounding scenery blurred and changed to a new place.

-School?

The two people who were running around the field as children had grown a little.

Geor and Jaeolin, walking together with thick books and conversing about this and that, were teased by mischievous boys their age whistling.

Geor blushed and got angry, and Jaeolin glared at Geor with a sullen expression.

Embarrassed, Geor spat out words he would later regret. Jaeolin stomped hard on Geor’s foot.

At the end of their immature bickering, Geor held out a bouquet of clover flowers and apologized.

At that apology, Jaeolin made a ring with clover flowers on the spot and held out her hand to have it put on.

Geor, blushing and shy, ran away but soon sneaked into Jaeolin’s dormitory at night to give her the ring.

He eventually gets caught by the dormitory warden and scolded, but Geor and Jaeolin smiled at each other.

And the space moved sideways like an old film and changed.

-This is the workshop.

This time, even Sillua could tell at a glance.

Although there were traces of explosions she had never seen before and it was also written “No Entry for Grain”, this was Geor’s familiar workshop.

Geor, who had grown into a young man, entered the workshop yawning with a tired face.

Inside the workshop were various magic doll parts and ecology reports of various monsters scattered about.

Geor, immersed in research, made a sullen expression hearing Jaeolin, who arrived late, nag.

Eat breakfast properly and sleep enough. Even though you became an Honorable Mage, it feels like I’m raising a child. Please forgive Count Grain now. What will you do without me?

At the ongoing nagging, Geor playfully laughed and hugged Jaeolin.

On the fingers of the two were the same rings, not clover flowers.

Clover flowers were engraved on the rings.

The light turned off and on again, and the space had changed.

-School again?

It was the school the two attended as children.

Unlike last time when they were students, this time Jaeolin, who became a teacher, strolled through the campus.

Jaeolin, with wrinkles around her eyes, taught students diligently while coughing lightly, and Geor visited their alma mater with the latest thesis for her sake.

Jaeolin scolded her husband for coming all the way to the school, but soon laughed and read the pre-publication thesis her husband pulled out with the Sage’s authority.

She was also an unavoidable mage.

Then two young students crept up and tried to peek at the thesis Jaeolin was reading but were stopped by Geor.

You little rascals! Wisel! You again?!

The boy, who looked full of mischief tried to make excuses at Geor’s shout but was spanked on the butt by Geor and chased out of the professor’s office.

Jaeolin watched that scene, giggling, and asked her husband to teach the two students.

Geor grumbled that he had no time, but reluctantly gave a small lesson to the two students.

And the world turned upside down.

-…Hospital.

Jaeolin was lying on the pure white hospital bed.

She looked quite tired and weary, but a smile spread on her lips.

A small life was held in her arms.

-Silvia.

Sillua’s older sister and Geor and Jaeolin’s first daughter.

A late child born at an old age.

Geor visited the hospital room.

Before Geor could ask about Jaeolin’s well-being, the two boys made a fuss, demanding to see the baby, and Geor quieted them down by flicking their foreheads.

Jaeolin giggled and laughed at that sight.

At her laughter, Geor and his two apprentices also laughed along.

And the space accelerates.

-It’s home.

The surroundings of the house were not a forest but a village on the outskirts of the city, but Sillua smiled at the all too familiar space.

In the backyard, grown-up Silvia was toddling to the storehouse carrying firewood split by the iron golem ‘Antique No. 2’.

As Geor looked at that sight with satisfaction, Jaeolin scolded her husband, asking what if a wood splinter gets stuck in the child’s hand.

Startled, Silvia burst into tears at her shout; the two panicked and tried to soothe their daughter.

Sillua clutched her chest at the sight that looked so happy.

Clearly she was a doll that didn’t know pain, but why?

It was so painful that she wasn’t in there.

And time melts away.

-…….

It’s the same space.

But much had changed. The two were wearing mourning clothes, and the two apprentices who became young men also came to comfort them.

Jaeolin clung to the coffin containing her daughter and cried.

She cried and cried, and fainted from crying, and woke up and cried and fainted.

The house once filled with happy colors was dyed in monochrome.

Even though the space she envied so much was shattered, Sillua still hurt.

And the world crumbles down.

-Ah… it’s me.

In the center of the reassembled world was Sillua sleeping in a glass tube.

Geor looked at Sillua with an expression that had lost its smile.

It was an expression all too familiar to Sillua.

Jaeolin spoke while looking at Sillua.

“At first, we decided to make her because we missed Silvia.”

Those words stabbed Sillua like a dagger.

I knew it.

As she was disparaging herself, Jaeolin smiled sadly.

“But as we completed this child, I gradually thought she wasn’t Silvia.”

Geor nodded.

“Yes, this child is not Silvia.”

“Although this child was made with our hands, not my womb, this child is… wholly herself. Let’s bury Silvia in our hearts and have this child not as Silvia’s replacement but as our new daughter.”

“Let’s do that.”

As Sillua in the glass tube opened her eyes, Geor and Jaeolin smiled brightly.

“Thank you for coming to our side.”

“Our beloved daughter, Sillua.”

The world begins to rise. With tears that cannot flow.

Sillua closed her eyes and stayed still.

For this small and cute child to become the worst weapon in history, it mustn’t happen.

I reached out my hand towards Sillua.