The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

At my shout, Chepel looked at the chicken beastman Ducks right next to her in surprise.

Ducks, a veteran thug of the back alleys, wasn’t greatly shaken and retorted to my words.

“Hmph! What a poor attempt to drive a wedge between us. Chepel’s father and I were old friends! Anyone can spout such nonsense!”

“Really? Were you true friends? Wasn’t it because you were after the ‘Wind Walk’ Chepel’s father possessed?”

I snickered and gestured exaggeratedly.

“Ah, of course, it was your arrogant leader, Malcram, who ordered the kill. When ordering you to kill Chepel’s father, Doodman, Malcram definitely said this. ‘I hear that bastard’s little girl became a proper mage’s disciple. Make her an orphan and bestow grace upon her.'”

This time, even the seasoned veteran thug couldn’t hide his surprise.

Of course he would be surprised when I revealed something that happened between just the two of them.

“One-legged Jerksauce, do you know who secretly stole the slush fund you saved up to treat your elderly mother’s illness? It’s the tiny Gig right in front of you! And he killed Lanz, who revealed the location of that slush fund and pretended to avenge you!”

“Shut up!”

Unlike the seasoned chicken beastman, the small-statured man couldn’t skillfully hide his emotions.

At that reaction, the man with a prosthetic leg glared at his colleague.

“Tiny Gig! Malcram doesn’t trust you. He plans to expose the corruption you committed at the right time, kill you, and gulp down your assets. Will you still be loyal despite that?”

At my sneer, Ducks shouted.

“Kill him before he spouts more ridiculous nonsense!”

Then, he personally took the lead and charged at me.

An obvious ploy.

He distanced himself before Chepel could backstab him.

Gig, freckled youth Orthodox, whip-wielding woman Jebel, and rotten-armed man Decboble followed behind Ducks.

Four out of nine subordinates are following him. He has no popularity.

Well, backstabbing the moment you turn your eyes is the way of the back alleys.

The poison called suspicion was spreading fast.

I gripped three mana stones and focused on attacking the chicken head, charging first while shouting.

“Rose Thorn Jebel! Are you in cahoots with the man who killed your lover? Did you know the freckled Orthodox next to you killed him disguised as a robber to have you?”

“Nonsense!”

“Look at his right shoulder! There will be a unique lightning-shaped scar left!”

At the information I provided, the whip-wielding woman glared with bloodshot eyes and lashed her whip at the freckled youth.

She didn’t really intend to attack as only Orthodox’s clothes were torn.

To think she had that much precision with a whip, she was truly a master.

As the freckled youth’s bare skin was exposed, Jebel gritted her teeth, and blood flowed from her lips.

Oh my, she must have neglected brushing her teeth. Periodontitis?

“Jack’s Lightning Slash mark…!”

“N-no! Listen to me, Jebel! This is, this is… Right! From when we trained together long ago…”

“Shut up! I’ll kill you!”

Jebel lost her reason and attacked Orthodox.

Good, one down like this.

I shot lightning arrows at Ducks with increasing intensity.

It was to make him use ‘Wind Walk’ himself in order to survive.

“Zillian #36, block that man.”

“Executing Vice Master’s order.”

Zillian #36 guarding my side took his sword and attacked Gig.

Meanwhile, I suppressed the rotten arm and pressed Ducks even harder.

The rotten arm was a trivial curse arts user, so it was fine as long as I kept him at bay.

A petty curse like that wouldn’t pierce the blessing of the rosary.

The chicken head dodging the lightning arrows eventually used the secret technique ‘Wind Walk’ to save his own life.

“Ducks! Did you really kill my father?!”

“No! This was a gift your father gave me!”

At the unbelievable excuse, the enemies fell into confusion.

I poured oil on it.

“Chepel, didn’t Malcram say this to you the first day you came? ‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t save your father. I don’t know the exact culprit, but it was a guy with a tattoo unique to the Bebru gang.’ So, did you really catch the one who killed him?”

The Bebru gang was once Malcram’s biggest rival gang, but it has now disbanded and been absorbed by Malcram.

As I accurately recounted what happened between just the two of them, Chepel’s eyes rolled back.

“Ducks!”

“N-no, I said it’s not!”

I leisurely asked the flustered chicken head.

“Ducks! Come to think of it, did you know it was Gig who kidnapped your daughter and sold her into slavery? Wasn’t your daughter’s kidnapping the impetus for you entering the underworld?”

“How do you know that…!”

As Ducks wavered, Gig shouted indignantly.

“What kind of nonsense is that! Why would I do that!”

“Ah, that indignation is probably genuine. It was so long ago that he probably doesn’t even remember. Because that trash did it when he was eighteen. The perpetrator usually doesn’t remember the victim’s circumstances, right?”

At my words, Gig flinched as if something struck a nerve.

The seasoned Ducks immediately realized what that reaction meant.

“Giiig!! You son of a bitch!”

By the way, unfortunately, this time it wasn’t related to Malcram.

It was from when he was still an upright knight.

My magnificent magic, the instigation, shattered the back alley thug bastards who had no loyalty.

“I’ll kill you! Gig! How dare you do that to my daughter!”

“I’ll pluck out all those wretched feathers and offer that chicken comb to my father’s spirit! Ducks!”

“Wait! No! It’s a misunderstanding!”

“What misunderstanding! Erase that scar first before spouting nonsense!”

The effect of my magic didn’t just influence them.

“What are you doing now! Falling for the enemy’s nonsense and fighting among allies!”

Malcram, who was diligently crossing swords with Gilbert, also couldn’t focus on the fight as his subordinates broke into a bloody battle.

Still, in the confrontation between Gilbert’s clumsy sword energy and Malcram’s firm sword energy, naturally Gilbert was being pushed back.

It had to be because he couldn’t concentrate due to my instigation that the match was progressing.

Gilbert would learn a lot.

“If you fight among allies in front of enemies, you’ll all die, you idiots!”

Even at Malcram’s shout, they didn’t stop fighting.

The one-legged and the sick chicken joined forces to attack Gig, and the cat-ears solely aimed for Ducks’ openings.

Gig shouted at the remaining four amidst the pincer attack.

“Don’t just stand there and help me! Kill Ducks!”

Gig did something stupid in the chaos.

The sick chicken Ducks, being seasoned, was in charge of the gang’s internal affairs.

Although Gig had a higher position as Malcram’s right-hand man, there was no one among the wretched folks of the back alleys who hadn’t received Ducks’ help, even if only a little.

Of course, he also had many grudges because of that.

Among the conflicted four, two chose to spectate and the other two began helping Ducks.

This seemed to be due to Gig’s personality rather than Ducks’ luck.

This bastard with no popularity. If it’s like this, the scales will tip to one side. That won’t do.

“Rotten Arm Decboble! Gig knows the location of the curse arts user who cursed your arm to rot! If that guy dies, you’ll have to search for him alone for a while?”

At my advice, Gig’s eyes widened as he was being attacked in the chaos.

“Th-that’s right! I know! I’ll give you that information, so spare me!”

If you’re stupid, your body suffers.

To think he couldn’t immediately recall the information that could be his lifeline.

“…You knew I was continually searching for it?”

“Fuck! Yeah! I was gonna use this info to exploit you big time later, you bastard! Got a problem?! Even if you do, spare me, you son of a bitch!”

At the earnest shout in a life-or-death situation, Rotten Arm Decboble clicked his tongue.

“Sorry, Ducks. There’s a bastard I really want to tear apart.”

As the Rotten Arm who was helping Ducks changed sides, the balance was roughly even.

Seeing the back alley trash in utter shambles was pleasing.

They were going to collapse due to internal strife in the novel anyway, so the timing just moved up a bit.

It was a bit of a shame that Dimwit John, Hammer Turtle, and Socialite Gillian weren’t here.

They needed to be dealt with too for a proper annihilation.

“Now then, shall we handle the black orb first?”

Precia was diligently cutting tentacles, and Jade and Aili were striving to return the kraken to death again.

But at this rate, it seemed we would fight until sunset before the rooster even crowed.

As I approached the diligently fighting Gilbert and Malcram, the two who were observing the situation blocked me.

But these two weren’t enough to stop me.

“Zillian #34, #35. Handle them.”

“Following Vice Master’s order.”

As the two extras were pushed back by the Zillian series, I aimed for Malcram’s left hand gripping the black orb from a distance where he couldn’t easily charge at me.

“Navi.”

-Meow~!

As invisible wind arrows flew, Malcram cut them with his sword and swiftly parried Gilbert’s sword to retreat.

“Ehehe, why aren’t you fighting? If I’m not here, you can’t train, right?”

“Ptooey! You bastard!”

At my sneer, Malcram gritted his teeth.

The current situation was desperate for him.

He probably thought if he raised the dead kraken and enslaved it, he could easily kill one careless mermaid.

But contrary to expectations, the kraken’s legs were bound, and his loyal subordinates were divided and fighting each other.

Everything was distracting, and on top of that, he was being treated as Gilbert’s training prop, so it would be strange if he weren’t enraged.

“You bastard! I’ll kill you first!”

“As if!”

Gilbert blocked Malcram who tried to charge at me.

Now that he was used to it, he skillfully parried the refined sword energy, even with a faint one.

Indeed, was he overcoming it with agility since he was pushed back in strength?

As Gilbert’s mana vessel grew, so did his cognitive domain, and I could feel what he did.

Gilbert momentarily created a thick and dense sword beam only at the narrow point where the swords clashed.

Thanks to that, he was gaining the upper hand in the momentary qualitative match.

No matter how distracted he was for various reasons, it was a crazy feat I wouldn’t dare attempt.

I really liked it.

I snickered and continued shooting wind arrows.

The target was one, solely the black orb.

“Oh my, a knight who was a prominent candidate for captain has fallen so low. To be dragged around like this by a greenhorn, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you were chased out.”

“Why you…!”

I kept provoking Malcram’s rage.

Even if he poured all his anger on the opponent in front of him, it wouldn’t be enough, but his gaze kept going to me, so he ended up getting his side shallowly cut by Gilbert’s sword.

“Ahahaha! Puhahaha! Did you get your knighthood by bribing with backdoor money? Well, a knight order that accepted a back alley thug can’t be decent anyway.”

The Azlan family’s knight order wasn’t one to be disregarded like that, but what did it matter.

When fighting, making the opponent furious is winning.

“Edon, was it? That knight is an idiot too, right? Right? How could he accept someone like you into the knight ord-“

“You son of a bitch!! I’ll rip your mouth apart!”

“Ahahaha! Do it if you can~!”

“Uwaaaaah!”

To think he would lose reason over a so-called benefactor, how stupid.

I didn’t miss the chance as he rampaged and blew off his left index and middle fingers with a wind arrow.

The black orb rolled and fell through the gap in his empty hand.

“Ah, no!”

As the wind arrow with half my mana struck the black orb, the orb shattered into pieces.

Then the kraken’s corpse that had been rampaging also lost strength and collapsed.

“Uaaaah! How dare you… Urk!”

Malcram was unable to tell front from back and spat blood as his chest was pierced by Gilbert’s sword.

For the end of an underworld boss who had a notorious reputation across the empire, no, should have had, it was too pathetic.

He was one of the villains who troubled Jade’s party the most in the novel.

The individual military prowess of Malcram’s gang members wasn’t very outstanding.

But the moment things turned slightly unfavorable, they didn’t hesitate to take ordinary citizens hostage.

Because of that, they couldn’t be recklessly touched, and they were defeated by inciting internal strife with the help of a traitor.

“Now then, shall I chew on some popcorn and watch the fight?”

The fight between the still grudge-filled subordinates hadn’t ended yet.

“Fighting! I might spare the winners!”

Or maybe not.