The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

A small bird flew into Count Wisel’s mansion located in the capital.

You might think what’s so surprising about a bird flying freely in the sky flying in, but it would be a shocking event for mages.

Count Wisel’s mansion, who is one of the Eight Sages of Magic, was filled with all sorts of magic for defense and security, so there was no way even a small insect could enter or exit except through the main gate.

A bird flying into such a mansion was something anyone with the slightest understanding of magic would yell that it was impossible.

Tap! Tap!

The bird sitting in front of the window of Count Wisel’s office tapped the window with its beak while looking at Count Wisel.

It was clearly not the behavior of an ordinary bird.

Yawning lazily on the sofa, Wisel opened the window with magic, and as the window opened, the bird flew in front of the count.

“You… are Teacher’s messenger doll.”

His bored expression turned serious, and he straightened his posture.

The teacher he considered his benefactor had passed away 10 years ago, so the only one who could have sent this doll was her husband, the retired former sage Geor.

As the Count blew magic power into the messenger doll, a letter popped out from the bird’s chest.

-Jaeolin’s troublemaking disciple, behold.

By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead.

Originally, I was going to hand over my research journal to you or Abasael according to my wife’s will, but I took in a new disciple in my later years, so I can’t do that.

Serves you right, you troublemaker. I might have given it to Abasael, but don’t even dream of me handing it over to you.

Reading the letter’s contents, the Count laughed with a chuckle.

“This old man is the same as ever.”

Geor’s research journal was an item even he, who had become a sage, coveted, but he wasn’t someone who would ignore the deceased’s will and steal it.

No, to be exact, it wasn’t something he, who was indebted to Jaeolin, would do. Maybe other sages would.

The Count, who was smiling and lost in memories, hardened his expression at the following contents of the letter.

-Originally, I had no intention of informing a troublemaker like you of my death, but since I’m contacting you like this, I’ll write a few words about my news as well.

So getting to the point, I recently heard news of the survival of that guy Abasael, who you’ve been searching for so much.

“Abasael… was alive! Thank goodness.”

The letter contained news of his precious friend he had been searching for so much after going missing 10 years ago.

And the reason his friend had no choice but to go missing was also written.

“Shadow Tower bastards…! I won’t let you off!”

A huge storm was about to hit the magic world of the kingdom now.

An unprecedented storm called the wrath of a sage.

******

I buried my body in the sofa and leisurely mixed brandy into the black tea brewed by Zillian No. 79.

“You seem to be in a good mood, Your Highness.”

At Gilbert’s question, I smiled brightly.

“Not to the extent of being in a good mood. Just enjoying the rest, that’s all.”

I was taking a break for my brain that I had overworked learning magic from Geor for the past month.

For now, I had memorized all the theories Geor taught, but I couldn’t say I understood them, so I had to study more while reading his research journal.

If I had understood everything I taught, he wouldn’t have called me a Vanit Mage no matter how measly my magic power was.

But for now, let’s drink.

Whenever I tried to drink, Geor would always shout at me, asking if I could attend lessons while drunk, so it was my first drink in a month.

“Ahh! Nice.”

Replenishing the lacking sleep, I felt like this is living.

By the way, I wonder if Geor properly conveyed to Wisel Count what happened to Abasael.

I deliberately spilled everything to Geor to make Wisel Count attack the Shadow Tower.

The Geor I met was more thoughtful than I expected, so he would have at least sent a letter to Wisel, who searches for news of Abasael every year.

“Speaking of which, Gilbert.”

“Yes, speak.”

“How’s the training? Do you think you can survive going to Bastille?”

At my question, Gilbert’s expression hardened.

“That’s… I’m not sure.”

“Really? Then that means it’s sufficient.”

Hearing my words, Gilbert was surprised.

“Pardon?! How does that translate to that?”

At Gilbert’s protest, I chuckled.

“Didn’t you say you’re not sure? If it was before coming here, you would have said you’d die, so being unsure means it’s worth a shot, no?”

“Well…”

Gilbert seemed unconfident, but in my eyes, he had grown enough to take care of himself.

“Gilbert, being able to hold out alone against dozens of dolls stronger than the monsters in the Bastille Mountains means you can sufficiently survive. You’re not alone, you know.”

When I nodded towards Precia outside the window, Gilbert nodded as if convinced.

“You only need to take care of yourself. Precia is enough to protect me.”

At my words, Gilbert replied with a gloomy expression.

“That means I’m still lacking as an escort knight.”

I didn’t deny it.

“Well, if it was a regular place, you’d be more than enough, but it’s the Bastille Mountains.”

The unit of monsters to face there isn’t dozens like Geor’s defense dolls.

It would be at least thousands, maybe even tens of thousands.

“Fighting dolls is just training and practice.”

I downed the drink in the glass in one go and got up.

“Now, we need to prepare to leave soon, so stop the magic power training too.”

At my instruction, Gilbert immediately stopped training and composed his magic power.

Usually it takes longer to finish, but it seems Precia’s training is showing results.

As Gilbert went to his room to pack right away, someone tugged at my sleeve.

“You’re… leaving?”

Sillua, who was reading Geor’s research journal next to me like reading a fairy tale, looked at me with mournful eyes.

“Of course. Originally, I thought I would stay a week at most, but it got unexpectedly longer.”

If Geor had been dead when I arrived, I planned to kill Sillua and stay for a bit as a space for training and rest.

But Geor was alive, and luckily, I was able to learn his magic, so I stayed longer than planned because I found a way to avoid killing Sillua.

“Really? It would be nice if you could stay a bit longer…”

Sillua looked not just disappointed, but sad.

I smiled brightly at her and held out my hand.

“Sillua, if it’s alright with you, will you come with us?”

“Me? Is, is that really okay?”

Sillua’s eyes sparkled.

“If it’s fine with you, it’s good for us.”

Sillua inherited Geor’s magic circuits and all his magic.

She may not be able to use it skillfully right away, but before long, she will become a force comparable to Precia when she can wield magic no less powerful than Geor.

“Of course, if you’re reluctant to leave this house full of memories with your parents…”

“It’s okay! I can just bring it with me!”

“What?”

Before answering my question, Sillua lightly waved her hand and made a hand seal. Then the house disappeared in an instant.

No, the forest we were in itself disappeared.

The trees densely planted outside the window and the meadow disappeared, while a vast dirt field appeared.

“Our house is originally mobile!”

“Ah… is that so?”

The area of this forest seemed to be at least 50 hectares (500,000 square meters).

“But I won’t be able to use the workshop while moving. The magic workshop also depends on the earth’s ley lines.”

“…I see. Amazing.”

A sage isn’t called the pinnacle of mages for nothing.

I was at a loss for words just seeing a fragment of that power.

“Can I go with you now?”

“Yes.”

“Yay~! I’m excited!”

Sillua held my hand and jumped around.

As the house and forest suddenly disappeared, Gilbert, who was packing in the room, and Precia, who was swinging her sword in the yard, looked at me in surprise.

Well, good is good.

“Sillua, can you take out the horses we rode on?”

“Okay!”

Sillua snapped her fingers and took out the horses from the stable as if summoning them.

“Hmm, but wouldn’t Father’s foal series be faster and stronger than regular horses?”

At Sillua’s question, I stroked her head.

“Then we can sell the horses when we stop by the city.”

Where was the city with a stable large enough nearby?

******

On a day with a fierce snowstorm, a man stood on the castle wall and stretched out his hand.

The snow that settled on the thick gloves quickly melted and became damp.

“Sleet. Is it already spring?”

Even in the snowstorm, the man spoke of spring’s arrival.

It was early April, the season when new shoots grew, and spring flowers bloom in full in other lands.

In this frigid land, snow flowers were still in bloom instead of spring flowers.

“Captain of the Special Forces.”

At the man’s call, a giant man bowed his head and answered.

“Yes, Commander, Your Excellency.”

“Seems like the season of hell has returned.”

At the man’s words, the giant man called the Special Forces Captain replied with a bitter smile.

“The Bastille Mountains will be filled with the stench of blood again.”

In the Bastille Mountains, the frigid winter froze not only people but also beasts and monsters.

The monsters spread throughout the mountains and uniformly entered hibernation to endure the winter.

That’s why winter here is called the season of rest.

On the other hand, spring is the time when monsters awaken from hibernation and come down the mountain with hungry stomachs in search of food.

In other seasons like summer or fall, there is grass growing and fruit ripening in the mountains for food, but in spring, there is no food, so cannibalism is not uncommon, and a hellscape unfolds.

That’s why spring is called the season of hell.

“The time of rest has ended. Have all troops finish preparations and check the provisions.”

At the man’s order, the Special Forces Captain saluted sharply.

“Yes, sir! I will follow the Commander, Your Excellency’s order!”

As the Special Forces Captain withdrew, the man took a deep breath and sharpened his senses.

Demiway De Blantzvarg, one of the Ten Swords of Heaven and Earth and known by many aliases as the ‘Sword Demon’, drew his sword while looking at the monsters coming down from far below.

“Hey.”

At Demiway’s call, a soldier guarding the castle wall recited his rank and name in a taut voice.

“Loyalty! Corporal! Deli Haltsman!”

“Take the kids and go clean up, then come back.”

At those words, the corporal froze.

It was hard to see clearly due to the snowstorm, but it seemed like at least five giant bear monsters the size of houses were coming.

“…Do you mean me?”

It was an impossible number to handle with ten soldiers.

At the corporal’s question, Demiway swung his sword once while standing on the castle wall without answering.

A deep green sword energy from his sword pierced through the snowstorm and cut the giant bears the size of houses in half.

“Send the hides to the blacksmith and the meat to the kitchen. If there’s poison, call the priests to purify it.”

Seeing the sight of the monsters being handled in one strike, the corporal saluted with utmost discipline.

“Yes! Understood!”

Demiway clicked his tongue while looking at the huge mountain range beyond the snowstorm.

“If things like this are already coming down, this spring will be quite long too.”

The restful winter had ended, so it would be an arduous and long spring.

A bloody spring.