The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

The sight of a brilliant and firm belief becoming a single image and dwelling in the sword was a sight that was hard to see again in life.

In particular, the sight of an ordinary human transcending and becoming a transcendent was more astonishing and…beautiful, like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly.

“Vermilion.”

At my call, he grinned cheerfully as usual.

“Ahahaha! It’s thanks to you that I can uphold my beliefs like this. Meeting you was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle for me. So you don’t need to worry.”

Even without me saying it, Vermilion knew.

The miracle he embodied was an act of dedicating his entire being to draw out all future possibilities.

No matter how much his talent surpassed the norm, the level of a transcendent was not an easy level to reach.

Especially in cases like Vermilion, where physical limitations were evident, it was even more difficult to build one’s own image and become a transcendent.

Innate talent may easily guide one to the entrance of the transcendent level, but grasping what lies beyond is only for those who have established their own history of struggle, endless perseverance, and self-reflection to set themselves straight.

“I knew it, but you’re really stupid.”

“Ahahaha! That’s too much. Could you say I’m steadfast?”

Vermilion, who laughed it off playfully, went forward along the path illuminated by the dawn light.

What did he sacrifice to draw out the possibilities of the future when he absolutely lacked time?

I couldn’t even fathom it.

“How foolish. Is your life so trivial that you can throw it away in a place like this?”

To Agistream’s perplexed question, Vermilion answered with a murderous smile.

“Where in this world is there a trivial life? If it’s one’s own life, it’s more precious than anything.”

At Vermilion’s answer, Agistream broke out in a cold sweat and composed the magic power of his staff.

“It’s just that I had something more precious than my life.”

Vermilion, who had been slowly advancing, leaped forward in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Vermilion reached Agistream, who was floating in the sky, and swung his sword.

The Dawn Star Apostle tried to block it by spreading a magic barrier as if he had expected it, but the magic barrier he spread was easily torn and scattered by the golden trajectory.

“Kuk!”

Still, thanks to slightly delaying the sword from reaching his body, he was able to avoid being killed in one blow and dodge.

It was good that he had filtered out the divine power amidst the severe injuries and absorbed the black magic power, but as a result, the space of the black magic ritual had been filled with divine power.

If it had been an environment where it was difficult to use divine power until a moment ago, now it was the opposite, an environment where it was difficult to use black magic power.

“Damn it! How much holy water did you smear on?! Even if you had brought holy relics, it wouldn’t have been to this extent!!”

As expected of a high-ranking magician, he immediately realized what I had used.

I sneered at the deep anger welling up from within Agistream.

For this insurance, I used 150 liters of the highest-grade holy water, where even 10 milliliters could save a dying patient.

I had slapped on an amount that could save 15,000 patients on the verge of death, so if it didn’t have this much effect, I would have grabbed Bahamut by the collar.

To kill an apostle, and a high-ranking magician at that who could oversee a large-scale ritual, that level of cost was rather cheap.

The population of this city alone was tens of thousands, and the people he would kill in the future would easily exceed at least a million.

“Uaaaaah!”

Agistream trembled in fear and spewed out lightning created from condensed black magic power.

It was too late to run away.

Attempting spatial movement with black magic power in a space filled with divine power was suicide, and turning his back on Vermilion was the same as asking to be killed.

All he could do was delay Vermilion’s approach to him.

Even with the lightning filling the entire space, Vermilion charged forward again, kicking off the air to cut down his enemy without any concern.

“Foolish fellow.”

I let out a small sigh and interfered with Agistream’s magic using the power of Nuni, the lightning spirit.

“You…! This spirit user brat until the end!”

As the massive electric current he released missed Vermilion, Agistream changed his magic to necromancy, a type I couldn’t interfere with.

The summoned evil spirits were weakened and purified by the divine power filling the space and disappeared, but some of them grabbed and devoured other evil spirits to endure the divine power and attacked Vermilion.

However, every time Vermilion’s sword imbued with his image was swung, the evil spirits perished helplessly.

“This, this can’t be!”

Agistream tried to prevent Vermilion’s approach by scattering as much black magic power as possible.

However, his specialty was, after all, spiritual magic.

Even if he was handling more black magic power than usual, it was impossible to compete head-on with a knight who had reached the transcendent level in a space filled with divine power.

The elemental magic he could use for combat was blocked by me, and the necromancy was blocked by the divine power.

“I can’t die here! My fate is not to die here…!”

“Farewell, you who were born with a fate that mocked my life.”

Vermilion cut down Agistream with his sword that contained his entire being.

“Evil-Cutting Heaven!”

His sword cut not only the enemy but even the heavens.

The enlightenment of the Sword Demon, one of the Ten Heavenly Swords he had reached in the future, was embodied in his hands in the present.

No, it was not the “Heaven-Cutting Evil” of the Sword Demon who had left a blood-red trajectory by cutting the heavens and became a villain of the century, but the “Evil-Cutting Heaven” of the hero who had upheld his beliefs and left a golden trajectory.

The future that Vermilion grasped in his hands now may not have been that of the Sword Demon.

I felt that with the golden miracle crossing the sky, the Sword Demon of the Ten Heavenly Swords had disappeared from fate today.

“Hahaha….”

Vermilion, who had killed the 6th Apostle of the Dawn Star, smiled with satisfaction and fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength.

“No, no…!”

Frost, who had barely endured by propping himself up with his sword, threw the sword in his hand and ran towards his falling son.

“Urgh!”

Frost, who had not escaped from the impact that struck his entire body, stumbled and rolled on the ground while running.

But he didn’t stop and got up again, covered in mud, and ran.

He coughed up blood from deep internal injuries, and the wound on his chest soaked his clothes.

But he paid no heed and rolled and crawled on the ground to catch his son falling from the sky.

“Son, come to your senses…! Vermilion…!”

Vermilion’s entire body was already tainted black.

“…Father.”

At Vermilion’s answer, barely opening his eyes, Frost hurriedly replied.

“Yes, your father is here! Does it hurt…? Does it hurt a lot?”

Frost gently stroked his son’s cheek as if handling an object that might break at any moment.

“Haha, it’s alright. Thanks to the divine power, it doesn’t hurt.”

As if his words were not a lie, Vermilion’s face was peaceful.

“How was it? Did I look like a hero this time?”

Vermilion looked at me and grinned foolishly, and I made a bitter expression with a dry mouth.

“No.”

“What? Why?”

In response to his gaze that seemed to protest, I smirked.

“You weren’t just like a hero, but a great hero without equal in the world.”

At my answer, Vermilion laughed cheerfully.

“Ahahaha. You’re always so mischievous.”

His laughter was languid and lacked strength.

Frost must have felt the death veiled in that serene languor, as he tightly embraced his son.

“I’m sorry, this father did everything wrong. So, so please don’t leave! Please, please….”

Even at Frost’s plea, Vermilion smiled and said.

“I’m sorry, Father.”

At that answer, Frost’s expression contorted.

“Father, do you know?”

To Vermilion’s question, Frost asked back in a trembling voice.

“Know what?”

“The feeling I had when I first held a sword.”

“Ah, I know. Seeing your brightly smiling face reminded me of the feeling I had when I first held a sword.”

At Frost’s answer, Vermilion smiled and said.

“Do you also remember when I first learned swordsmanship from you with the sword I held like that?”

“How could I… forget that? The kid who could barely reach my waist has grown so much that it’s hard to fit in my arms.”

“Hahaha, right? I’ve grown up now, haven’t I?”

At Vermilion’s words, Frost bit his lip and nodded.

“Yes, you’ve grown up. Indeed.”

“Father, I have a confession to make. Actually, I secretly trained with the sword even though you forbade it.”

“I know. I occasionally watched you secretly.”

“Really? I thought I fooled you well, but as expected, you can’t be deceived, Father.”

At his son’s clumsy smile, Frost shed the tears he had been holding back.

“Son, do you know? The feeling I had when I first held you, the overwhelming emotion on the day you first called me dad.”

“….”

“Was this father’s wish for you to just live really that wrong? I just wanted to eat with you, laugh and chat, and spend every day together. My wish was merely that…!”

To fulfill that wish, too many innocent people had to die.

A father of a child who wanted to save his son, who was more precious than his own beliefs, was about to take a path of no return.

“That’s why it shouldn’t have been.”

The son couldn’t just stand by and watch such a father.

Because his father was his aspiration and the object of his admiration.

“Father, I have one last request.”

“Don’t talk about last, I’ll grant any request, so please….”

Even at Frost’s plea, Vermilion smiled and said.

“Become a hero. On my behalf, become the hero I admire who saves people.”

His hands, turned black, could no longer hold a sword, and his life that had created a miracle could no longer continue, so he entrusted his dream.

That request was like a terrible curse, but Frost could only nod.

“I will. I will become a hero, a hero more outstanding than anyone else, so please.”

He desperately pleaded with a futile wish.

Because his son was more precious than any life that would unfold in the future.

At that answer, Vermilion smiled brightly.

“Yes, that’s all you need to promise. Because you’re a man who keeps his word once he utters it. Because you’re the kind of hero I’ve always admired.”

Even if the remaining life would be a curse that would make him full of wounds, his son’s last wish was a blessing that would sustain him.

“Ah! With a father and a friend who will stay by my side until the end like this, it was a joyful life!”

With those final words, Vermilion’s body began to fade into golden particles.

“No, no…! No!”

Frost flailed to grasp the disappearing light in his arms.

However, the heartless golden particles flowed through the gaps between his fingers and rose to the sky.

I muttered at the sorrowful yet beautiful sight of the morning sunlight shining on the sprouting vegetation.

“It was just something I said, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

Thus, a villain who hated and despised his father disappeared, and a hero who admired and loved his father scattered into the dawn light.

The hero of heaven-given talent reached that talent to the heavens again and finally ascended to the sky.

Leaving behind a single, shabby father wailing on the ground.

“Uwaaaaah!”

That he will live a life he is no longer ashamed of, that he will become a proud hero until the day they meet again.

To the hero who ascended to the heavens, the hero who remained on earth makes a vow.

TN: Another one bites the dust *cries*