The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

“Are you alright?”

At Jade’s question, I shook my head with difficulty.

I feel like I’m dying.

“Precia is… a sadist…”

At my labored muttering, Precia smiled brightly.

“That’s a misunderstanding. This training stems from my devotion to you.”

Thanks to Jade’s magic and Divet’s medicine, I was able to get out of bed in just a day, but I had to endure Precia’s hellish training.

Her training consisted of basic physical conditioning and cultivation techniques that pushed me beyond my limits.

And it included the knights’ secret arts that lightened the body and temporarily boosted muscular strength.

Looking at her beautiful and lively smile, there was no worse demon.

It was clear she was using me to vent her stress.

“It’s not training, it’s torture.”

“Of course not. The difficulty level of this training is about what I did when I first picked up the sword at age five. Isn’t Young Master’s body stronger now than when I was five?”

“Do you really think so?”

“…It seems stronger than when I was four. Maybe.”

Why is the age going down?

Well, since Precia inherited the Jamileon family’s bloodline most strongly, it made sense that she would be physically stronger than me from age five.

There were a few special bloodlines in the world, with the Duplion royal family, the Blantzbarg, Grain, and Jamileon being prime examples in the kingdom.

Did the Jamileon knight family’s bloodline innately possess a hardy physique?

By the way, the characteristic of the royal family’s bloodline was the power to ‘maintain’ the Four Seasons seal in my body.

Receiving my sharp gaze, Precia lightly coughed and slowly averted her eyes.

“Training is supposed to be grueling. Still, I prioritized teaching you the parts you needed most. Was it not helpful?”

Certainly, Precia’s training focused on evasion and escape.

I thought Precia would prioritize physical conditioning and then striking techniques, but she didn’t even touch weapons.

Considering my main means of attack were spirits and magic, it was the most necessary training for me.

However, it was hard to easily admit when my whole body ached with muscle pain.

The evasion training involved throwing punches to launch air bullets, which hurt more than throwing rocks.

“I don’t want to admit it. I really don’t want to admit it, but…!”

Honestly, it helps a lot.

There was nothing else as helpful as an assistant trainer who worked me to the point of losing my mind.

But admitting that fact was frightening.

If I acknowledged Precia’s training was helpful, it felt like I would never escape this hell.

I can assert that there is something twisted about Precia’s training.

As I glanced at Jade, subtly asking for help, Jade also smiled brightly.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m scared of Precia too.”

“…Traitor.”

Grumbling, I slowly got up from Jade’s healing magic circle.

“Is training over for today?”

Archduke Adgale and the dwarf Belt entered the training ground, piercing through the concealment barrier of the light spirit Eunha.

This place was one of the small training grounds attached to Adgale’s villa.

“Are you leaving?”

I asked, looking at the sheath containing the sword slung over Adgale’s shoulder, and Adgale nodded.

The sword slung over his shoulder was the one he received in exchange for assisting Belt’s research.

The armor he would personally use seemed to be stored in his personal extra-dimensional space.

“I have to. Originally, I planned to rest in this city for a little bit, but thanks to a certain black-hearted great-grand-nephew, I stayed longer than expected.”

“And thanks to that black-hearted great-grand-nephew, our esteemed great-grand-uncle was able to greatly impress his subordinates.”

If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have been able to receive a sword from the six-bearded dwarf.

Most dwarf-made weapons sold in the market were practice pieces made by young dwarves who had just become craftsmen.

Dwarves were famous for taking longer to make a single piece the more strands of beard they had.

In severe cases, I heard it could take over a hundred years to make a single sword.

Of course, the swords given to Adgale were half practice pieces, so they didn’t take that long to make.

Still, being made by the next head of the dwarf clan, they were incomparably better than the dwarf weapons released in the market.

“Hahaha! I suppose so. Is it something I should be thankful for?”

I also smiled, watching Adgale laugh heartily.

“Well, it was a fair trade, so there’s nothing anyone needs to be particularly grateful for.”

“True. Then, I’ll be leaving today. If you want, feel free to continue using the martial arts hall of this villa. I’ll tell the caretaker. We’ve shared drinks together, after all.”

At Adgale’s words, I shook my head.

“No, it’s fine. We’ll also be leaving soon. Ah, come to think of it, I haven’t made my final request.”

At my words, the archduke looked at me with a slightly expectant gaze, wondering what I would ask.

Since the two requests I made before were helpful to him, or at least not detrimental, it was only natural for him to look at me that way.

“Later, when I make a request, just once, regardless of the reason, please take my side.”

Adgale, a veteran commander but also a seasoned politician, immediately understood the meaning of my words and laughed.

“…Ha! You’re asking for too much in exchange for just a drink.”

Adgale was royalty, but at the same time a noble who had become independent by earning merits.

Due to his background, he basically took a pro-royalty stance, but politically, he professed neutrality.

The reason for his neutrality was that the base support group he relied on was the military’s Western Command.

For generations, the military had valued political neutrality while obeying the king’s orders.

“Don’t think of it as just the price of a drink, but the price of your connection with me. I also hope there won’t be an occasion for me to make a request, but human affairs are unpredictable, aren’t they?”

“Hoping there won’t be an occasion…”

Adgale, gauging the meaning behind my words, smiled bitterly.

“I can’t give you a definite answer. But when the time comes for you to make a request, I’ll consider it.”

At Adgale’s answer, I smiled brightly.

“Yes, that’s enough for now.”

Just being able to meet Adgale in private and make a request when something big happened was a sufficiently large gain.

“Then let’s meet again if the opportunity arises. I won’t treat you poorly if you visit my territory.”

“I’ll see you next time.”

After Adgale left, I looked at Belt. Belt was carrying a large box I had never seen before.

“You’re also leaving?”

The box on his back was a magic box containing his forge.

Unlike extra-dimensional spaces, it was impossible to store items other than designated ones, but its preservation function was much better than extra-dimensional spaces.

“That’s right, Master. I’ve already achieved more than I expected here, so I need to check the territory you mentioned and find a space for my clan to settle down.”

Belt bowed his head to me with a gloomy expression.

“I’m sorry I can’t accompany you on your journey due to my personal obligations.”

“It’s fine. I allowed it, and it’s also very important for the Bifleode Clan to find a place to settle.”

They need to properly settle down so they can’t run away later.

If there were necessary items, I could request them by letter and then go pick them up later or have them delivered.

Delivery could be done by sending an extra-dimensional magic tool to a messenger doll.

“Thank you for understanding, Master. Ah! These are the things you requested.”

As I requested, Belt took out a small handgun, dedicated magazines and bullets, armor for Precia and Gilbert, and more.

The spirit gun, which looked similar to a Luger pistol, had conical bullets without casings.

Since it fired using the power of spirits rather than gunpowder, there was no need to worry about ejecting casings.

Thanks to that, its structure was simple, so there were no concerns about durability or malfunctions.

However, it also had the disadvantage of not being able to expect much range or power, being a handgun.

“You made it well. It’s very nice.”

I test-fired a few shots and it was quiet with fast automatic reloading.

“I’m glad you like it. I pulled an all-nighter since you asked me to make so many things, but it was worth it. Check it out.”

The box Belt took out was filled with miscellaneous weapons I had requested, like hand grenades, tear gas, smoke grenades, and Claymore mines.

I don’t know how useful they’ll be, but my motto was that it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.

“Good work. I’ll be counting on you in the future.”

“Ask for anything. No matter how busy I get with pioneering the village, if it’s for you, Master, I’ll make anything anytime.”

Belt and I shook hands.

After seeing Belt off, I also prepared to leave Ziliville.

During my stay here, the trade ships Bahamut’s master had manipulated arrived one after another.

I traded with various merchant groups to exchange the rights certificates for cash and promissory notes.

Of course, since I had bought rights certificates for so many trade ships, the ships that arrived while I was staying in the city were only a fraction of them.

I contacted Bahamut and entrusted her with the remaining rights certificates, agreeing to have her dispose of them as the trade ships gradually arrived.

Since deciding to become friends with Bahamut, I received magical communication equipment to contact her.

I asked Abasael, who was tinkering with tools behind the inn.

“How is it? Did the installation of the space expansion magic go well?”

I had entrusted Abasael with the repair and improvement of the carriage I had taken from the Boutique.

Since the number of people in our party had increased, we needed to make the carriage, which originally couldn’t fit more than four, able to carry all of us together.

Space expansion magic was costly, so I considered changing to a large carriage, but I changed my mind because a large carriage seemed too conspicuous.

Of course, we’d have to be careful in the city if too many people come out of this small carriage, as it would look strange.

At my question, Abasael excitedly explained how he had modified the carriage.

“Yes, I expanded the interior to about four times for mana efficiency, and attached shock absorption magic and spring cylinders made by Belt under the carriage to minimize shaking. And for the wheels, I installed a 6-speed gear…”

Although it looked like an ordinary cheap carriage on the outside, it had been transformed into a state-of-the-art vehicle capable of traveling by land, sea, and air thanks to Abasael and Belt’s magical technology.

I don’t think even the aerial city known as the holy land of mages would have a carriage like this.

I didn’t expect it to this extent.

“Good work.”

“Not at all. It was fun to freely tinker with it.”

Abasael smiled, saying he wants to equip a defense system later too.

I’m not sure if it’s turning into a carriage or a tactical weapon.

Just then, Yard Tosl, the vice-captain of the Slavan Circus Troupe, came looking for me.

“Long time no see. I couldn’t properly greet you since I was sick in bed. You could have come to see me anytime.”

Unlike Abasael who flew to me first, Yad arrived late as he was moving together with his fellow circus troupe.

I couldn’t see him on the day Yard arrived because I was unconscious then.

After that, Yard was busy with the circus performances, and I didn’t have time because I was receiving Precia’s hellish training.

At my greeting, Yard received it with his usual greasy smile.

“Not at all. I couldn’t possibly disturb someone spending a joyful time full of cheers with a lady.”

“It wasn’t enjoyable at all. And they weren’t cheers, but screams begging for life.”

Even now, my whole body creaked as if screaming whenever I moved.

Still, thanks to Precia’s training, I became accustomed to cultivation techniques and quickly grasped how to strengthen my body with mana.

At my answer, Yard winked lightly with an understanding look.

“You don’t have to be shy around us.”

He’s not listening to me at all.

“I don’t know what our relationship is, but since Abasael is indebted to you, I’ll repay it.”

My pockets happened to be full, so it worked out.

I was about to take out a pouch of gold coins from my inner pocket, but Yard stopped me with his hand.

“If you say it like that, I suppose it’s alright for me to make a request a bit comfortably as well.”

“A request?”

Yard said with a greasy smile,

“I’d also like to join you on your journey.”