The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

In the dim street of late dawn.

A man strolled down a path where not even a handful of starlight reached past the black clouds covering the sky.

The black coat and the light brown hair grown to his chin were not wet at all despite the drizzling rain.

“Hmm~ Hmm hmm hmm~”

The man, humming a tune, stopped walking and laughed with a giggle.

“Oh my, you’re going too far. Aren’t we in this together? Please take care of it.”

The man in the black coat said in a playful voice.

Frost, who had grabbed him from behind and was aiming a sword at his neck, gave a chilling warning.

“If you approach any further, you’ll lose an arm. Ogistrim.”

The man in the black coat, Ogistrim, pushed up his round glasses that had slid down to the tip of his nose and laughed mischievously.

“Hahaha! Isn’t it too scary to threaten me like that? I’m the doctor who will treat your son, you know.”

“Shut up. I warned you in advance not to approach without notice.”

“I was just checking his condition before the procedure…”

“Don’t play games, 6th Apostle. Do you think I don’t know about you?”

Frost cut him off, emitting murderous energy.

Ogistrim was one of the apostles considered the highest executives of the Morning Star Cult that worshipped the Demon King of Pride.

“How many demon worshippers do you think I’ve slain so far?”

“…I understand. I’ll stop approaching your house any further. Unfortunately, I’ll have to postpone meeting your son until the day of the procedure.”

Ogistrim licked his lips, looking at a fairly large wooden house.

“You probably already know since you’re involved, but due to circumstances within the cult, we need to significantly move up the schedule.”

At Ogistrim’s words, Frost calmly asked,

“What circumstances?”

“Hmm~ Normally, it’s a disciplinary offense to discuss internal affairs with outsiders, but I’ll tell you specially. The Sun Cult ambushed and captured our cult’s archbishop.”

“Archbishop?”

“Yes, unfortunately, that archbishop was the operator of the organization we planted in this country.”

Demon worshipper cults were strictly operated in a cell structure.

The advantage of a cell structure was that it was easy to cut off the tail, even if the lower ranks were caught.

However, even a cell structure needed an operator to coordinate the overall movements to run the organization.

Inevitably, the operator had to know all aspects of the organization.

“It was bad luck. Of all people, Count Bahamhak was caught by that tenacious Cardinal Asede, so we couldn’t even rescue him.”

Frost was also well aware of Cardinal Asede’s reputation.

He was famous as a devout religious figure who extremely despised demons, and as a former inquisitor, his personal combat abilities were also outstanding.

If he weren’t a former inquisitor who thoroughly kept his past exploits secret, his achievements would have been considered enough to become one of the Seven Saints of Guidance, who were called the greatest living saints.

Cardinal Asede was practically the nemesis of the Morning Star Cult.

“That must have been a disaster.”

Frost smirked.

Whether Ogistrim knew of his smirk or not, he shrugged indifferently.

“Absolutely. The management ledger disguised as a corruption ledger was also stolen, so thanks to that, the secret branches in this country are being smashed in real-time. So we’re thinking of hurrying as much as possible before Cardinal Asede’s clutches reach here.”

At Ogistrim’s words, Frost let out a low hum.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand.

The boss of the underworld who controlled this territory was practically a puppet raised to that position by the power of the Morning Star Cult.

To be precise, from the Morning Star Cult’s perspective, they didn’t care about the petty gains of back alleys, so it could be called a mutually exploitative relationship.

“I got it. Contact me when the time comes.”

“Hahaha, don’t worry. It seems it won’t take more than a week.”

With those words, the 6th Apostle Ogistrim scattered like smoke and disappeared.

Seeing that, Frost clicked his tongue and sheathed his sword.

His eyes sank with disgust, anger, and sorrow.

********

When Navi’s paw, announcing the morning, pressed against my cheek, I opened my groggy eyes, turned my body, and looked up at the sky outside the window.

The sky seen while lying down was still filled with gloomy gray-white clouds.

I removed the excited Navi, who was pressing my cheeks, from my face, got out of bed, and stretched.

Seeing Navi and Nuni excited, Rami gleeful, and Biam droopy, it seems a thunderstorm will hit today.

It’s convenient to have spirits, so I don’t need to check today’s weather forecast.

“You’re awake.”

Yard, who was beside me, had already woken up and was inspecting his weapons such as daggers and wires.

Considering what happened yesterday, it was a natural preparation.

Precia and Yard, who returned late last night, explained what they had seen.

The more I heard, the more I felt like an evil black magic ritual would take place in this city.

There were no signs of drug use, but their complexions were bad and only their expressions were good.

It was evidence that they were also unknowingly having their life force drained.

In black magic, there were mental interference spells, and if it wasn’t noticeable, it meant a fairly high-level black mage was playing tricks in this city.

If it was a mental interference type, did an archbishop-level figure from the Lust Sect move?

No, perhaps an apostle-level figure might have moved.

In that case, the 3rd Apostle or the 6th Apostle?

The 1st Apostle, who was proficient in almost all black magic, was also a possibility, but such a big shot wouldn’t carelessly move for a ritual that merely devoured a single city.

If it was the 1st Apostle, the cult leader, he would at least reveal himself for a ritual that swallowed a large territory or a small kingdom.

“Yawn~! Good morning. Let’s eat breakfast and get moving.”

I yawned and smoothed my unruly hair.

When I went to the restaurant on the 1st floor of the inn, everyone was waiting for me.

“You could have eaten first without waiting.”

At my words, Jade smirked.

“It’s not breakfast time yet, so we’ve only placed our orders.”

“Ah, is that so?”

I sat in my seat and blocked out the surrounding noise.

“Let’s pair up differently and move today. Yard and Jade, focus on searching the underworld.”

“You mean to check if it’s just human trafficking or if there are traces of a black magic ritual.”

I nodded at Jade’s words.

Although Yard was also an excellent mage, perhaps because he had learned various things, he wasn’t specialized in one area.

With Jade around, it should be fine even if we encounter a black mage.

“Abasael and Silua, set up my insurance around the city and detect mana.”

“Yay! It’s going to be fun!”

Silua seemed bored yesterday, so she was happy to be given a task.

Abasael smiled but cautioned Silua not to get excited when handling dangerous magic.

Watching the two of them felt like seeing a teacher and student.

“Gilbert and Precia, let’s go visit my newly made friend together.”

Of course, Frost would be a good stimulus for Precia as well as Vermilion.

I just hope they don’t fight too much and overstimulate each other.

While having various conversations, a simple breakfast was served.

“Eating out is nice, but I slightly miss Yuan’s cooking.”

I understood the sentiment since the food wasn’t very tasty due to it being a cheap inn.

Among our party, no one was better at cooking than me, so I ended up being in charge of cooking.

I’ll pass on cooking when there’s a restaurant.

On the way here, I was tired from Precia’s training, so I had Yard cook, but even he, who seemed all-capable, wasn’t very good at cooking.

He was slightly better than Gilbert.

In the early to middle parts of the novel, Yard took care of the meals, which is surprising.

Did they eat such things?

At Jade’s subtle gaze, I smiled brightly and dipped the hard bread in the thin soup.

“Too bothersome.”

I’m not a chef.

At my firm refusal, my companions looked slightly crestfallen.

*******

As the spirits were excited in the morning, after finishing the meal, a thunderstorm hit as expected.

At this level, it feels like a typhoon has arrived?

It was weather where we absolutely couldn’t play outside.

“Wow~! It’s a storm!”

Silua excitedly ran out of the inn, and Abasael followed in a panic, protecting Silua with magic.

“Silua! Calm down!”

Indeed, a child’s tension is incomprehensible.

What’s so good about this storm?

Of course, the Forest of Dolls where Silua was born and raised was a domain controlled by Geor’s absolute magic, so this kind of storm would be a first for her.

Even if it rained, it would be just a brief drizzle since it was bothersome to water the forest one by one.

A sage was a monster who freely controlled the natural phenomena of a region.

“Young Master, are you really going out?”

Even Precia, who had been strictly training me recently, asked worriedly.

I wish she would show a little bit of that concern in my training.

“Since I made a promise, I should at least go and see.”

I gathered all the spirits to prevent the storm from touching me.

There was no need to mind the gazes of others since we were the only ones walking the streets in this weather.

Actually, even if there were people on the streets, it wouldn’t be much of a problem.

Thanks to the pouring rain, it was hard to see even a foot ahead, so it would be difficult to notice even if the wind and rain avoided us.

When we arrived at Vermilion’s house and rang the doorbell, Vermilion and Frost came out from inside.

“Where are you going?”

Frost was wearing a raincoat with a shovel and rope slung over his shoulder. Vermilion answered my question instead.

“The storm is severe, so he’s going to help because the river in the south of the city might overflow. That’s the water source for irrigating the orchards, and if it overflows, it will ruin the year’s harvest.”

Indeed, is he going to build an embankment with the shovel and secure it with the rope?

“Vermilion, put firewood in the brazier and bring towels for the guests to wipe themselves. Even if it’s summer, getting wet in this weather can cause a cold.”

“Ah! That’s right.”

Although we weren’t particularly wet, Vermilion hurriedly went inside.

Frost stepped aside, telling us to come in, and said,

“…Do you know how to use magic?”

As expected of a veteran free knight, Frost noticed that we were barely wet.

But even so, he sent Vermilion inside. Does he have something to say separately?

“I know it at an educated level.”

“Is that so.”

At my answer, Frost’s gaze turned to Gilbert and Precia.

When his gaze reached Precia, his eyes rolled back.

As expected of a transcendent, he seemed to have noticed that Precia’s training was not ordinary.

However, he didn’t particularly strike up a conversation with Precia.

“My son has been excited since yesterday, probably because he likes the friends he newly made. Have fun, but don’t overdo it.”

Frost seemed to have noticed that his son Vermilion had a lively sparring session yesterday.

He didn’t seem to have told his father about it.

“We’ll do it moderately so as not to overdo it.”

Anyone could see that Vermilion’s complexion was deeply sickly.

At my answer, he narrowed his brows as if tired and nodded.

“…I’m counting on you.”

Having entrusted his son like that, Frost joined five sturdy men carrying shovels and sacks and ran south.

Watching his back, I asked Precia,

“How is it?”

At my question, Precia pondered for a moment and answered,

“He is a highly trained individual. I’m not sure exactly, but he seems to be a considerable expert.”

As expected, is it difficult to discern that he’s a transcendent unless he raises his spirit?

In that case, there’s a high possibility that Frost also couldn’t discern Precia.

As I was thinking about this and that, Vermilion, who had brought an armful of towels from inside, arrived.

“Huh? Where’s father?”

“He went south.”

“Is that so? Come in quickly.”

We followed Vermilion’s guidance and went inside.