The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

“You stay out of this.”

Vermilion focused on Frost as he spoke to me.

“Alright, do as you wish.”

I lowered the spirit gun that was aimed at Frost.

At my words, Vermilion smiled and charged at his father.

Vermilion’s sword was swung with a sharp light.

Kaang-!

Frost easily blocked his son’s sword, but he couldn’t hide his heavy fatigue.

It was natural as he had fought and clashed with a monster who reached the transcendent level through sword and magic for three days.

Still, seeing that he seemed to have some strength left, it didn’t seem like he had fought to the death without eating or sleeping.

For a transcendent, fighting for about three days without rest was not difficult, but it was a different story if the opponent was also a transcendent.

“Vermilion, how…!”

Frost was shocked by Vermilion’s skillful swordsmanship and the sword energy condensed on his sword.

He must have known that he was inherently talented, but even though it had only been about three days since he last saw him, Vermilion’s level had surpassed that of a decent knight, so it was natural to be surprised.

In just three days of instructional sparring with Gilbert and Precia and life-or-death real combat with back-alley thugs, and just by witnessing the handling of sword energy and sword force, he had reached that level.

It was truly an absurd talent.

“In Father’s eyes, I must still be a child. Of course. I haven’t accomplished a single thing.”

“That’s…”

At Vermilion’s words, Frost narrowed his brows.

He seemed to feel guilty for having blocked his talented son.

“But I can’t remain a child forever. A fully grown bird must leave the nest, mustn’t it?”

Vermilion aimed for Frost’s neck, leaving three trajectories.

Frost swung his sword upward from below to receive Vermilion’s sword.

“Brilliant Pulling Sword – Triple Piercing Cherry Blossom. Excellent execution.”

“Brilliant Pulling Sword – Reverse Stream Guard. As expected, Father is strong.”

The father and son spoke the techniques they used and smiled at each other for a moment.

Then they swung their swords at each other without reservation.

“Brilliant Pulling Sword – Hundred Scattered Flowers.”

Dozens of finely divided sword energies poured out from Vermilion’s sword.

“Brilliant Pulling Sword – Rushing Maple Successive Connection.”

The sword wind ejected from Frost’s sword enveloped and twisted Vermilion’s sword energies.

“Collapse.”

Vermilion’s sword energies that were winding along the tip of Frost’s sword poured back onto Vermilion as the sword wind disappeared.

Vermilion quickly swung his sword at the returning barrage of sword energies.

“Brilliant Pulling Sword – Six-Directional Crushing Net.”

The golden net created by Vermilion’s sword crushed everything caught in it.

“Splendid. Among those I have seen so far, none can compare to your talent.”

“You flatter me too much. If others hear it, they’ll curse you for being biased.”

The father and son endlessly clashed their swords and competed in swordsmanship.

It was quite evenly matched, but it looked as if they were instructional sparring with prearranged coordination.

It seemed that way because of Frost’s relaxed appearance despite the fatigue pressing down on his whole body, compared to Vermilion who was going all out.

After crossing swords several more times like that, the father and son calmly looked at each other.

“Crossing swords with you like this, I can’t help but feel happy. Son, do you know? That I have dreamed of honing my swordsmanship together with you like this?”

In response to his father’s sorrowful question, Vermilion smiled and nodded.

“I know. Because I, too, have always wished for the day I could freely swing my sword like this.”

As Vermilion spoke, his fingertips began to rot a little more.

His disease, like a heavenly punishment, was a huge stake driven into his heaven-covering talent.

“Let’s stop here for today. We can cross swords like this again. This father believes so. So…”

“No. I must see it through to the end today.”

“…Just follow my will for once.”

At Frost’s words, Vermilion made a sorrowful expression.

“You tell me to follow your will, but why don’t you look confident?”

“That’s for me to bear. Can’t you just live for me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Today, I conspired with a friend to become an unfilial son.”

When he used me as an excuse, Frost glared at me fiercely.

I lightly shrugged my shoulders.

“Everything is your son’s will.”

Of course, if it weren’t for his will, I would have killed Vermilion with my own hands.

“Then I’ll have to enforce my will, even by force.”

A heavy aura flowed out from Frost.

“I, too, will simply enforce my beliefs.”

Vermilion also exuded an even thicker aura from his entire body without backing down.

Compared to the solid aura of a transcendent, the aura that was initially feeble gradually started catching up from a certain point.

“Hehe, I’ve roughly grasped it now.”

The sword energy condensed on Vermilion’s sword slowly increased in density and started materializing, creating thread-like sword threads.

Seeing that sight, Frost muttered in disbelief beyond shock.

“…No way.”

He had already reached a level close to a transcendent.

Tremendous talent?

No, this couldn’t be explained simply by talent.

I could tell with the eyes of the spirits and the flow of magic surrounding him.

He was instinctively grasping and performing miracles.

Those miracles summoned the destiny he was meant to grasp, but demanded a huge price in return.

“Come on! Father, use your full strength!”

Dark lines spread across his body as if blood vessels were protruding.

Right now, he had transcended the years and reached the level he would have attained if he had trained with full effort since the onset of his Putrid Meridian Syndrome until now.

As the price, he was receiving all at once the illness he would have acquired if he had worked that hard.

“Vermilion! Stop it!”

Frost shouted, understanding what his son was doing.

It was clear that the pain that should have been slowly received over at least several years, perhaps a decade, would all surge at once.

Undoubtedly, pain that wouldn’t even allow him to breathe freely would dominate his entire body.

However, Vermilion didn’t show any signs despite trembling from the pain.

He would know better than anyone that every time he swung his sword, the lifespan he had saved would disappear in chunks, but he swung his sword without any hesitation.

“Let’s have a proper round! Father!”

“I told you to stop!!”

Frost’s scream-mixed shout echoed along with the sword’s cry.

Kwaaang-! Kwang-! Kwang-!

Every time the swords collided, a roar that could not possibly be the sound of swords struck the entire body.

With each swing of the sword, the magic condensed on Vermilion’s sword became more solid.

The thin sword threads bundled together and transformed into a decent form of sword force.

Frost swung his sword without mercy, trying to subdue Vermilion as quickly as possible.

Even though he swung as if to cut off the wrist, he repeatedly failed due to Frost’s extreme fatigue slightly dulling his movements and Vermilion’s sensitive senses.

“Ahahaha! Isn’t this fun?”

Vermilion laughed like a madman.

He seemed excessively intoxicated with adrenaline, either to forget the pain or because of the instinct that his life was ending every moment.

It was to the point where it felt like an illusion of the future Sword Demon being manifested.

“Vermilion! Please!”

Even at Frost’s shout, Vermilion unraveled the sword force manifested on his sword back into sword threads.

Then, controlling each thin sword thread, he cut Frost from different directions.

“Hahaha! Don’t worry, Father. I’m as happy as can be. By the way, how is it? I just created it. What should I name it? Brilliant Pulling Sword… Silk Enslaving Shoot?”

As the sword threads whipped around from all directions, Frost gradually failed to react and began to be cut little by little.

Was it because of the fatigue rushing in at once, or because of the small gaps visible from practicing the same martial arts?

Or was it due to the subtle hesitation stemming from paternal love?

The solid defense that wouldn’t have been penetrated if he were in perfect condition developed cracks and was slowly breached.

“No…! Ah…!”

Frost pleaded as if the sight of Vermilion’s body rapidly rotting before his eyes was more painful than his own body being cut.

“Please stop!”

“No. I can’t stop. Even if my death awaits at the end of today, there are times when a man born as a hero must not stop.”

Vermilion stood upright more strongly than anyone, even though it wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed at any moment.

His brilliant will and firm beliefs supported his body.

“I learned that from you, Father.”

“Vermilion!!”

Vermilion and Frost swung their swords at each other with all their might.

Kwaaaaa-! Crack!

The swords of the father and son colliding head-on reached a conclusion as Frost’s sword force shattered and scattered.

Fragments of the golden sword force scattered.

Breaking through the lingering traces of the dissipated magic, Vermilion’s sword cut through his father’s chest.

The trained, sturdy body of the transcendent prevented the blade from easily invading.

However, the magic contained in the sword spread throughout his body and pounded it violently.

“Cough! Kuk…”

Frost spat out blood-red blood and knelt, supporting himself with the sword that should have never been broken.

Was it his sword that was broken, his beliefs, or his heart?

His gaze was still pitifully directed at his son.

Vermilion fully accepted his father’s gaze and smiled playfully.

“I’m in no position to say this, but there’s no parent who wins against their child, right? So please overlook it just this once.”

He knew better than anyone that if he let this chance pass, there wouldn’t be a next time.

Nevertheless, Vermilion smiled cheerfully as usual.

“…You rascal. Is that something to say to your father?”

At the trembling voice that sounded like he was spitting blood, Vermilion turned his head.

“Hahaha! I told you, I promised my friend to be an unfilial son just for today. You also told me to cherish my friends. Right?”

Vermilion asked me in a slightly trembling voice.

“Yeah. What could be more important than a promise with a friend?”

I patted his shoulder.

Frost entering the city was according to my plan, but I didn’t expect a situation like this.

Vermilion’s awakening was far from my plan.

But it wasn’t bad.

No, it was even better.

“Amazing fellow.”

At my admiration, Vermilion laughed shyly and scratched the back of his head.

“Hahaha! I am quite amazing, aren’t I?”

“What’s with this atmosphere of arbitrarily trying to end things?”

Suddenly, along with a voice, a huge column of black magic power surged from the center of the black magic ritual.

“Ehihihi! I’m disappointed, Lord Frost. To collapse in a place like that. Is your desire to save your son only that much? Huh?! Say it!!!”

A man with light brown short hair who slowly walked out from the column of black magic power, the 6th Apostle Agistream, was genuinely furious.

“What are you doing?! To make that precious body in that state! I! I! I! I suffered like a dog for years to obtain that body! What are you arbitrarily breaking?!!”

Along with his anger, the black magic power covering the city that had become the ritual site began to rampage in resonance.