The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

I checked the letter while returning to the doll storage.

The king’s letter, embellished with all sorts of lofty rubbish, explained the current situation in the capital quite in detail.

Half of this long-winded story was an excuse for not being able to send Horazon, and the other half was an apology to appease the Blantzbarg Marquis.

“The imperial marquis came.”

No wonder the king couldn’t send Horazon.

Not just any imperial noble, but Marchioness Assazhad, a powerful vassal favored by the emperor and one of the seven superhumans the empire boasted, had personally come.

In the empire, they called the twelve knights, the seven superhumans including her, and five knights who weren’t even close to being called superhumans.

The remaining five were just for show, a common bluff.

Anyway, Marchioness Assazhad was often underestimated for actively engaging in politics as a woman, but she was a woman who absolutely couldn’t be ignored.

Because she was none other than ‘Arcana 03, the Empress’.

“The Empress…”

But it’s strange.

Looking at the distance between the empire and the kingdom, the timing of Marchioness Assazhad’s arrival was ambiguous.

If she arrived on this date, it didn’t seem like she departed after confirming the queen’s order I fabricated to the assassins targeting me.

Not only did it take time to deliver information, but time was also needed to persuade the emperor to move her.

Of course, there are ways to shorten the time with magic or priests’ divine arts, so I couldn’t be certain.

If she wasn’t sent after confirming my fabrication, did ‘Arcana 10, the Wheel’ make a prophecy?

“…I don’t know, but it would be good if so.”

Prophecies and precognition had a lot of restrictions, and one of them was that once you saw the future, you couldn’t see the future again for a long time.

If Arcana 10 made a prophecy, it also meant they couldn’t make a prophecy about my location for a while.

“Sigh.”

I let out a sigh.

It’s all meaningless. With such fragmentary information, there’s too little to speculate. It’s no different from a delusion.

As I arrived at the doll storage while reading the letter, a young man was pacing in front of the door.

I thought he was a mage peeking around to steal Geor’s magic, but it was a familiar face.

“Ah! Sir Yuan, you’re coming now?”

I wondered where I had seen him before, he was one of the Chiliarchs who attended the emergency military meeting.

Among the Chiliarchs, he stood out for being particularly young.

“What business do you have with me? Chiliarch.”

A Chiliarch who is treated as a general has a higher status than a mere low-ranking royal knight.

Nevertheless, perhaps because we were peers, or because I belonged to the royal family, everyone addressed me respectfully.

When I called him Chiliarch without a name, he seemed to realize he had never introduced himself and introduced himself.

“Oh, my introduction is late. I’m Zulat di Blantzbarg.”

“Blantzbarg? Perhaps with the Commander, you are?”

At my question, Zulat nodded.

“His son. But I hope you don’t feel burdened. This is a place where no one acknowledges you if you lack skills.”

“Ah, I see. My greeting is late. I’m Yuan.”

Receiving the greeting, Zulat nodded with an indifferent face.

Seeing he didn’t resemble Demiway much, he seemed to take after his mother more.

In the novel, Zulat was Demiway’s eldest son and a promising successor, but he dies entangled in Arcana’s plot.

It was quite far in the future, so I couldn’t tell if he would get involved in the incident as in the novel.

“I came to meet you, but these dolls called Zillian wouldn’t let me in.”

He pointed to the expressionless Zillian No. 13 as if displeased.

“Haha, please understand, Chiliarch Zulat. Aren’t mages sensitive about their own magic?”

“Hmm, that’s true, but.”

“But what business do you have with me?”

At my question, Zulat took out a small wooden box from his pocket.

“The Commander ordered me to deliver this to you.”

“This is.”

“The help you wanted. The Commander said you requested it impudently.”

It seemed he called his son and had him run an errand as soon as I left the commander’s office.

It was an elixir any knight would drool over, so it was only natural to have his trustworthy son do it.

Because someone who could have it anytime he wanted wouldn’t covet the elixir.

“But how come you arrived later than me, who went to the vault on an errand? Did something happen?”

“Ah, I was a bit late because I was reading the news from the capital brought by the messenger. Still, as a royal knight, I should know the news from the capital if I can, right?”

I answered like that and opened the wooden box.

Inside were pills with a black color and sparkling silver spots.

“Even I have a hard time taking that medicine. By the way, I heard Sir Yuan is a mage, are you going to take it?”

It sounded as if it would be better for Precia or Gilbert, the knights, to take it.

No, he must have meant it that way.

“It’s certainly a precious thing. But if we make merits, won’t he give it again as a reward?”

At my answer, Zulat looked at me with interest and laughed.

“What great confidence. Should I take it that you are that confident in handling the dolls left by the Sage of Ten Thousand Soldiers?”

“Well, we’ll have to see about that. This is what I obtained, and my companions have to earn it on their own, that’s what I meant. Isn’t something valuable only when earned by oneself?”

Of course, I was planning to take care of it somehow. Gilbert needs to take it, even if not Precia.

“Ahahaha! That’s right! One must earn everything on their own!”

Zulat laughed heartily as if he liked my words.

Unlike his father Demiway, he didn’t seem to have a sly person inside him.

“Then I’ll get going now. See you later.”

Zulat left to work, laughing. I chuckled, watching his back.

If he doesn’t die, he was a talent who would grow into a powerhouse no less than the Sword Demon.

He’s a tempting talent, but for now, it would be most helpful for his growth to be under Demiway, so let’s refrain from pulling him in right away.

The Zillian series was diligently reassembling the dolls, and Sillua was still wrestling with the doll design.

Gilbert was recovering his stamina on the recovery magic circle after returning from battle and training simultaneously with cultivation.

It had already been over a week since entering the fortress called the Cradle of the Sword Demon.

“Wrench.”

As I reached out my hand, Precia took out a wrench from the toolbox and handed it to me.

“Here it is.”

I tightened the bolts with the wrench and asked Precia,

“Precia, are you okay not resting?”

As the number of monster invasions increased day by day, Precia also had to fight every few hours.

Gilbert rested after each battle to recover, but Precia helped me as if it were nothing, so I was a bit worried seeing her roll up her sleeves.

At my question, Precia answered with a smile.

“I’m resting now.”

“Helping me is?”

“This much is resting. And the battles are just small fries, and I’m not fighting alone.”

At those words, I looked at Gilbert, who was diligently cultivating and replenishing his magic power in the corner.

There’s someone who gets exhausted after dealing with those small fries.

The Zillian series was enough to assist me, but I didn’t refuse Precia’s help.

It was more efficient to deploy as many Zillian series as possible for doll assembly.

Precia, who stood next to me and watched me, said,

“While fighting, I thought about what you said a few days ago. Fighting together with others, I think I understand the meaning of your words that I don’t know other people.”

At her words, I asked with interest,

“Really? What’s the meaning you interpreted?”

“Other people are much… weaker than I thought.”

Hesitating to answer, Precia blushed and looked embarrassed.

She must think it’s arrogant even saying it herself.

“To be exact, they feel inefficient?”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

Precia is someone who achieves 100 results with 10 strength.

But other people are different. Even if they have 10 strength, it’s not easy to utilize all that strength.

Most people achieve 1 or 2 results with 10 strength.

If someone is talented, they might achieve 4 or 5 results.

Someone who achieves 10 results with 10 strength is extremely rare.

To use an analogy, it’s like handling the same character with the same performance and skills in a fighting game, but one person attacks by dividing frames, and the other just presses buttons randomly.

So, it was natural for Precia to not properly evaluate others.

She saw people with 10 strength as if they would achieve 100 results like herself.

A genius cannot understand others.

“Precia, a Red Eyes suppression unit will be formed soon. You should participate in it, too.”

I, who have to handle the dolls, am also participating in the military meeting.

Adding one or two people to the suppression unit is no big deal.

“Young Master! But!”

“I know. You’re saying I might be in danger? Seven screws and a screwdriver.”

Precia handed me the screws and screwdriver without answering.

“You’ve seen ordinary people and ordinary monsters so far, so now you need to see special people and special monsters.”

The Sword Demon Demiway and the great demon beast Red Eyes will be good nutrients for Precia’s growth.

Even better if she makes merits in the suppression unit.

I asked the silent Precia,

“Why have you been training Gilbert so far? You also thought you needed someone to guard me in situations where you’re not there, right?”

“Th-that’s true, but Gilbert is still…”

“Precia, if you put it that way, even you would seem immature at walking alone in Sir Horazon’s eyes. That’s how disciples always seem in the teacher’s eyes.”

Of course, Horazon is worried about Precia, and Precia is worried about me.

“Gilbert is doing well. I also have the spirits and Sillua.”

Sillua, who was drawing a doll design, raised her hand and shouted when her name was called.

“I’ll protect Yuan oppa!”

At that sight, I chuckled and shrugged.

“See, reliable, right?”

“Young Master…”

To Precia, who still showed reluctance, I smiled and said,

“This is an order, Precia.”

“…Understood. If it’s an order, I will follow.”

At those words, I nodded and lifted the completed giant sea urchin-like thing high and threw it.

“Ugh! It’s done!”

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The lump of metal thrown high unfolded widely from the impact of hitting the ground and became a large wire mesh sphere large enough for an adult to fit inside.

Precia and Gilbert looked at me as if asking what that strange object was, but Sillua ran to the sphere with sparkling eyes and observed it.

“Wow! Father’s final research is complete!”

“That’s right. It’s a 3D spatial magic circle for developing magic circuits.”

The intertwined wire mesh was engraved with Geor’s magic formulas.

The engraved magic included pain blocking, blood vessel restoration, hemostasis, vitality enhancement, natural recovery enhancement, etc., amounting to nearly three digits.

I set the sphere upright and inserted magic stones into various parts of the sphere, muttering,

“This is a total waste of money.”

I don’t know how well it will perform, but using this many magic stones just to develop magic circuits was a waste.

Fortunately, I received magic stones from the monsters Precia and Gilbert hunted as wages and stored them in my ingredient storage, so I didn’t have to use the top-grade magic stones.

According to Geor’s theory, the performance of the elixir that can protect the body is important, and the magic stones only need to be able to operate the magic circle.

If Demiway knew I was using Silverbloom just to protect my body, he might have yelled at me for wasting it so nonsensically.

I took off my clothes and drew magic formulas on my chest and limbs with ink mixed with ground magic stones.

Then I put Silverbloom in my mouth and entered the wire mesh.

“Sillua, activate the magic circle.”

At my instruction, Sillua infused magic power into the magic circle.

There’s a pain blocking magic, so I should be fiaaaaah!

“Aaaaaargh!!”