The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

I put a mask on Vermilion that looked like a Hahoe mask.

“Hmm, it’s a bit stuffy.”

Vermilion touched and adjusted the mask’s position as if it was scratchy underneath.

“Even if it’s stuffy, bear with it. Especially since it will be troublesome later if you meet the punk bastards.”

Scolding Vermilion, I also put on a Hahoe mask.

When Precia and Gilbert put theirs on, I examined Yard’s information and said,

“The gang that controls the underworld of this territory, the Black Mamba Family, is divided into three factions with Boss Nodreu at the top. The Hatchet Faction, the Hammer Faction, and the Cleaver Faction.”

The names of each faction were like that because the weapons mainly used by the faction leaders were hatchets, sledgehammers, and cleavers without the stand.

Among the three factions, the Hatchet Faction was the strongest.

The Hatchet Faction consisted of punks who went through thick and thin with Boss Nodreu as he set foot in the back alleys.

Therefore, the one leading the Hatchet Faction was Nodreu’s right-hand man, Agarde, so it was the faction that Nodreu had the most definite control over.

The other two factions were the ones Nodreu had absorbed while waging a power struggle.

They were submitting and following under the pressure of Nodreu’s power for now, but of course, they were looking for an opportunity to stab him in the back at any time.

In other words, it meant that there was no unity to be found even if you searched with your eyes washed, as expected of disloyal punk bastards.

Dismantling such an organization was something I could do with my eyes closed.

“The Black Mamba Family has rapidly expanded their power recently. Which means it’s perfect for internal collapse.”

The power expansion seemed to be related to Frost, but I decided to keep it a secret from Vermilion.

“You mean causing internal division and having them fight each other?”

I nodded at Vermilion’s question.

“When a small number faces a large number, there’s no better method than this.”

Of course, if it was the tactical Precia, there was no need for such tricks with just one blow.

“But how?”

At Vermilion’s doubt, I slightly lifted my short sleeve.

On my forearm was a tattoo of a black snake.

It was the gang emblem that Nodreu used before the current Black Mamba Family.

That meant it was a tattoo that could only be seen among the Hatchet Faction.

I giggled and used Eunha’s power to carve the same tattoo on Vermilion and Gilbert’s chest and side.

It was a position that was easy to see naturally if the clothes were thin and they moved intensely on either side.

“From now on, we are proud members of the Hatchet Faction.”

We will teach a lesson to the wicked Hammer Faction bastards who dare to stab the back of our great boss Nodreu.

“Now, it’s war.”

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West of Bryuta.

The tavern ‘Wild Calf’ in the street that the city people called the underworld was bustling from the morning.

Filling this street were either members of the Black Mamba Family that dominated the back alleys of this territory or the poor and foolish ones who took out loans from the Family and were being exploited like slaves.

The tavern ‘Wild Calf’ was one of the largest taverns in the city.

The reason was that it also served as the hideout of the Hammer Faction, one of the three factions that made up the Black Mamba Family.

“Puhahaha! So?”

“Ahahaha! So that bastard’s father was whining and grabbing my crotch!”

Inside the tavern, idle men with at least one scar on their faces were guzzling alcohol and boastfully blabbering about their evil deeds, laughing raucously.

A man who was half-sold due to debt was sweeping the floor while being beaten, and a woman serving alcohol had no choice but to force a smile while being molested.

In such a peaceful, if you can call it peaceful, typical underworld tavern, a man wearing a cheap mask entered.

“Ahahaha! How are you doing, you bastards!”

The man in the strange mask suddenly entered and greeted everyone with swearing, as if to let them all hear.

At that, the punks in the tavern were momentarily rendered speechless.

As the rowdy tavern suddenly fell silent, the masked man leisurely staggered to the bar table in the center.

His action was so natural that despite his odd attire, no one could stop him.

The masked man picked up a liquor bottle on the table and clicked his tongue.

“Tsk tsk tsk, why are you drinking this shitty alcohol like idiots instead of drinking some good liquor? Doesn’t your faction leader take care of you?”

“…What?”

Perhaps because their dull brains weren’t working well in the sudden situation, the punks stammered.

At their action, the masked man lightly clicked his tongue.

“Tsk tsk, are you deaf? Alright, I’ll specially treat you.”

Having said that, the masked man turned the liquor bottle upside down and struck the ear of the punk who was cussing with all his might.

Bam-! Crash!

The punk who was hit on the head fell backward, and as he supported himself on the round table, the table overturned and plates and bottles shattered.

“Ah~ nice! How is it? Do you feel like you’re being treated?”

Blood droplets dripped from the liquor bottle the masked man was holding.

At his playful question, the Hammer Faction punks, who grasped the situation, got up from their seats and took out daggers and hammers.

“You son of a bitch!”

“You XX bastard! Who sent you?!”

The masked man giggled and raised his middle finger.

“Your mother sent me, XXX!”

The punks in the tavern got angry and tried to rush at the masked man.

The moment everyone’s attention was focused on the man leaning against the bar table, three other masked men wielding hatchets barged in and ambushed from behind.

“Alright~! Let’s beat them all up!”

The masked man leaning against the bar table lowered the chin part of his mask, blew a whistle, and shouted merrily, and the revolt began.

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I drank liquor straight from the bottle and merrily watched the fight.

The result of me drawing attention and ambushing was very good.

The seven punks who could handle mana, as confirmed by Precia, were hit by the hatchets thrown by Precia and became Snow Whites with pale faces, collapsing on the table.

Gilbert and Vermilion also threw hatchets and beautifully decorated the backs of the most notorious villains, according to Yard’s investigation, with a pretty red color.

Of course, the Hammer Faction, caught by surprise, was slow to respond and was pushed back by the momentum of just three people, with about five or six collapsing in an instant.

“Ugh, ptooey! What kind of liquor are these guys drinking?”

The liquor tasted like ant piss. Punk bastards, why don’t you drink some good liquor with the money you sucked from people’s blood, instead of drinking this trash?

I looked for the liquor that seemed relatively good.

“Hmm, is this one a bit better?”

“Aaargh!!”

While I was looking for liquor, the stupid Hammer Faction friends tried to kill the warriors of our proud and valiant Hatchet Faction, swinging their weapons.

However, they were beaten instead and collapsed while screaming.

“Ugh!”

The Hammer Faction bastards also rushed at me like flies, but whenever that happened, Precia threw a hatchet with a rope attached to handle it.

“Hey, bartender. Bring out that liquor up there.”

I didn’t pay any attention to the guys collapsing behind me, coughing up blood.

I raised my arm high and subtly showed the old Hatchet Faction tattoo through the gap in my short sleeve.

“B-But that liquor is the boss’…”

“Oh my! Right now, do you think their boss Hammer is closer? Or do you think my hatchet is closer?”

The law that fists were always closer than the law, and the law that closer fists were scarier than distant fists, applied at all times.

The bartender was also here because of debt.

However, according to Yard’s investigation, he had rather assimilated and become half a member of the organization, wreaking havoc.

How did Yard find out even these trivial things in such a short time?

He’s really amazing.

“I-I’ll bring it to you.”

“Yeah, you thought well. Wouldn’t it be a bit much to use the guy split in half as a stepping stone? Even if you step on and trample that squishy liquor belly, it would only feel unpleasant.”

At my playful words, the bartender’s complexion turned pale and trembled in fear.

Good, it seems I’ve deeply imprinted on the witness, so he’ll probably spread the word well.

If not, there would be no reason not to invite the cheeky bartender who was bluffing to participate in the red fountain parade unfolding behind my back.

I opened the liquor bottle and blew a whistle. Still, it wasn’t bad for a faction boss’ liquor.

It’s quite high-class?

“Ahahaha! Is this all you got?! Why are you so flimsy like guys with limp X! Try a little harder!”

Vermilion swung his hatchet excitedly without using a bit of mana.

Vermilion’s hatchet cut off a punk’s wrist and sliced his thigh.

Seeing him fight so spiritedly even in a place full of fresh blood, I thought, as expected, the future Sword Demon is a Sword Demon.

“Get it together, you XX, you son of a XX bitch! Get up and fight before I cut off your XX and shove it down your throat!”

Uh… um, I did ask him to act as punk-like as possible, but I didn’t want him to go that far.

Isn’t this just wanting to fight rather than upholding justice by proposing a ruffian hunt?

Fortunately, there was no one dead.

There were many who looked like they would die from blood loss if left alone, but it was favorable.

At least there was no one who looked like they could use more than two of their limbs properly without receiving divine power healing.

From the looks of it, they won’t be able to be punks anymore.

With this, the objective was splendidly achieved.

“Aaargh…!”

“P-Please spare me…!”

Before I knew it, the punk bastards were crawling on the floor and crying, and only my proud Hatchet Faction heroes were standing unharmed.

I spoke to the guys rolling on the ground, clutching their wounded areas.

“Properly convey this to your cheeky leaders. Don’t open your eyes wide and carelessly wag your tongues. If you do something stupid one more time, I’ll really cut off your necks.”

If I say this, they’ll eat each other alive with suspicion.

I patted Gilbert and Vermilion’s backs and took the lead in leaving the tavern.

Precia was calmer than expected, but Gilbert and Vermilion seemed excited, with their pupils dilated and breathing roughly.

There was no way Gilbert, who had endured Precia’s training, would be tired just from this.

As expected, engaging in a melee against the same people was quite a drain on mental strength.

“Good work.”

At my praise, Gilbert slightly bowed his head.

“…No.”

When he first committed murder on the White Blue Archipelago, I had told him one by one the evil deeds that Malkrem had committed so that Gilbert wouldn’t feel guilty.

At that time, I took care of his mental well-being, pretending not to show it, but since his nature was innocent, I should be careful this time too.

The fortunate thing is that no one has died yet?

If left alone like this, most of them will die, but that’s for the faction leader to figure out.

“Phew~! It’s more manageable than I thought?”

Having seen plenty of blood, Vermilion surprisingly calmed his excitement quickly.

The fact that he was panting and breathing roughly seemed to be because it was his first real battle, and the physical strain was greater than the mental strain.

“I need to use my body more efficiently in a melee.”

Seeing Vermilion checking his own areas for improvement, I was amazed at his extraordinary mental world.

Precia glanced at me and asked,

“Is the Cleaver Faction next?”

“That’s right.”

“Will you be the bait again this time, Young Master?”

At her question that seemed dissatisfied, I took off my mask and smiled brightly.

“Or should I fight too?”

“Just be satisfied with being the bait, please.”

If I carelessly joined the melee, I would only interfere with Precia’s protection, so it was safest to be in a conspicuous place.

Of course, it was a method I used because the level of the punk bastards was so boring that it was sloppy to the point of making me want to die.

If it weren’t, I would also avoid putting my body at risk. Yes, yes.

“Now, let’s go to the next site of our special lesson! My proud Cleaver Faction brothers!”

The tattoo on my forearm had already changed from a snake to a bear.