The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

While blankly looking up at the sky, Precia was the first to run to me.

Seeing the wailing Frost, Precia carefully held my hand with a worried face.

At that sight, I smiled bitterly and patted her head.

Gilbert, who had followed belatedly, seemed to have grasped the situation from afar and looked up at the sky with moist eyes and offered a silent prayer for Vermilion.

My companions returned to me one by one.

Everyone silently bowed their heads for the faded hero they had watched from afar.

Frost, who had been wailing for a while, calmed down and looked at me with trembling, sorrowful eyes.

“I resent you.”

At his voice trembling with grief, I calmly answered.

“I understand.”

At my answer, he shed a single tear, and his voice began to calm down little by little.

“If it weren’t for you, Vermilion would not have left like this.”

“That would have been the case.”

Instead, Vermilion would not have lived the life he wanted.

Manipulated like a puppet by the 1st Apostle, the leader, he would have committed massacres and then become frustrated after coming to his senses, resenting his father who had made him this way.

And he would have directly killed him with his own hands.

“So… so I won’t thank you.”

At his words, I couldn’t choose what to say.

I couldn’t dare fathom what feelings the father who lost his son was speaking to me with.

He slowly got up and looked around the city that had turned into a green field with desolate eyes.

“That heartless kid left nothing behind.”

As the city burned, everything disappeared. Even the sword Vermilion wielded couldn’t withstand his magic power and vanished.

The only thing Vermilion left behind was the sword scar engraved on Frost’s chest.

He lamented, clutching his chest.

“I have committed too great a sin. How can I bear this sin to keep my vow?”

At his voice filled with deep loneliness, I took out a drink, poured a glass, and placed it where Vermilion had been last.

“Perhaps your sin may not be as great as you think. Because as I burned this city with divine power, I replenished the life force of those who had been gradually drained of it.”

They must have become much healthier than before their life force was drained.

After all, it was divine power purification and healing that even high-ranking nobles could not easily receive.

Of course, his sin did not disappear.

Just because you hit someone and then heal them doesn’t mean the fact that you hit them disappears.

“Well, it’s up to you how you accept it.”

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. His eyes, reflecting a complex mixture of regret, guilt, sorrow, and agony, looked at me.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Let’s hear it.”

“It’s a simple request. Just don’t forget my son.”

At his request, I smiled bitterly.

“Even without you asking, he’s not someone who will be easily forgotten, is he?”

Vermilion seemed particularly memorable.

At my answer, he let out a dry laugh.

“Haha, that’s true. Vermilion is that kind of kid. That’s enough.”

Frost staggered with his unwell body and headed somewhere.

“Where are you going?”

To my question, Frost looked up at the sky for a moment and answered.

“Anywhere I can keep my vow.”

“Then we might see each other again.”

At my words, Frost nodded with a clumsy smile. Then he left without saying anything more.

Hmm, but since Vermilion is dead, who will kill the 1st Apostle?

In the novel, Vermilion killed him.

“Is there any point in worrying about it now?”

I sighed and headed towards the lord’s castle that had burned down and was overgrown with vines and sprouts.

Fortunately, quite a lot of money-worthy items were left, such as silver candlesticks and tableware, as well as metal armor.

Moreover, the strictly guarded vault had withstood the flames well.

“Rami.”

Kiiiii-

At my call, Rahm created a high-speed rotating water pressure cutter in my hand.

It was like an electric saw.

Kagagagaga-!

As sparks flew from the water pressure cutter, the vault door was cut like tofu.

“This should be enough to use as relocation funds for the city residents.”

The vault was filled with silver coins, all of which were the ill-gotten gains of the lord who had been sucking the blood of the people.

Since the lord here was associated with demon worshippers, it would be best for the people to relocate before the heresy inquisitors arrived.

After all, the fact that the Dawn Star Cult’s ritual had taken place was true, so it was certain that intense interrogations would be conducted on the citizens.

No matter which bastard comes, some of them won’t hesitate to use methods close to torture, so it’s better to be careful.

“As expected of you, Yuhan. How will you distribute it?”

At Jade’s question, supported by Yard, I looked through the data Yard had investigated.

“Frost had the most trust, but since he left, let’s see… let’s wake up the administrator and the three people who are said to have some trust and let them distribute it themselves.”

I didn’t have time to divide it up. It was enough for me to even open the vault like this.

For now, I’ll take the paintings and art pieces that look hard to sell as a commission fee.

The melted silver furniture infused with divine power also seems usable if processed, so I’ll take that too.

“Good work, everyone. We’ve taken care of everything, so let’s leave.”

At my words, everyone nodded, looking tired.

At that moment, a green-haired man approached us from afar.

‘Arcana 11, Justice’ Aiomaier.

He was the leader of the Free Knights League, an organization lurking in the empire, and a knight who had reached the superhuman level, as well as a Master-class magician.

The reason he was only a Master Mage was that he was the founder of the school he had mastered, and his ancestor was one of the Eight Magic Sages of the past.

To become an Honorable, a tier above Master, one had to develop the magic of the school or prove a great achievement in the magic world, but both were impossible for him.

His fundamentals were as a free knight, not a magician, and developing the magic system perfected by a sage was a nearly impossible feat.

Come to think of it, unlike in the novel, it seemed he had not lost one eye yet.

I wonder if he was originally supposed to lose it today? I don’t know.

Among us, Aiomaier slightly bowed his head when he saw Abassael.

“I owe you a great debt. Thanks to you, I was able to survive and behead the apostle of the Dawn Star Cult.”

At Aiomaier’s greeting, Abassael smiled and replied.

“You don’t need to thank me. I merely did what my master ordered.”

At Abassael’s answer, his gaze turned to me.

“Is that so? I don’t know if I can ever repay the debt I owe you. Thank you for stopping my foolish friend from taking an irreversible path.”

After expressing his gratitude, he became silent for a moment, his voice choking.

“…And, thank you for allowing my pitiful nephew to uphold his beliefs until the end.”

A single tear fell from Aiomaier’s bloodshot eyes.

“Thank you… for not making me cut down my nephew with my own hands.”

At those words, I smiled bitterly.

“Let me correct one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Your nephew is not pitiful. The word ‘pitiful’ does not suit someone who upheld his own beliefs, reached the pinnacle of the sword, and said with a smile that he had a joyful life.”

At my answer, Aiomaier laughed heartily even as he shed tears.

“Ahahaha! That’s right. Indeed! That’s right! My nephew is not a pitiful kid! I made a big mistake. Vermilion should not be described with such words, he is a proud hero. Thank you for correcting me.”

“I merely helped a friend do what he wanted, but if you feel indebted, I’ll add it to your debt.”

Perhaps it would have been better to kill him now.

But at least not today.

Even if I thought of the various reasons why I shouldn’t kill him right away, they were just pretexts.

Don’t you sometimes want to do what your heart tells you to do in life?

At my words, Aiomaier laughed heartily and nodded.

“Ahahaha! Of course, I must add it to my debt. As long as it doesn’t go against my beliefs, I will gladly respond to any request you make, even if I have to stake my life on it.”

For helping him against the apostle, for stopping Frost, for helping Vermilion uphold his beliefs.

So it’s three debts.

He handed me a means to contact him.

The means was not a magic tool, but just a postcard stamped with Aiomaier’s seal with the delivery method written on it.

“Then I’ll gratefully accept it.”

At least he was not the type to make empty promises.

As Arcana often engaged in misdeeds that he, who pursued justice, could not tolerate, if used well, it could become a fatal dagger to Arcana.

“Then I should get going. I’m worried about my injured friend.”

Aiomaier lightly bid farewell and left the place as if disappearing.

“Let’s go too. Good work, everyone.”

At my words, everyone nodded, looking tired.

*****

“Looking up at the night sky again? Little miss?”

Javan came out of ‘Arcana 18, Moon’s hideout with his body wrapped in bandages and spoke to ‘Arcana 10, Wheel of Fortune’.

Even though Javan spoke to her, the girl silently looked up at the night sky.

“Hahaha, if you don’t answer, this oppa gets sad~?”

Still, the girl did not respond.

Seeing the girl like that, Javan smiled a greasy smile and sat next to her.

“Oh my, think about the age difference! Doesn’t the word ‘oppa’ come out?! I didn’t expect a reaction like that, but there’s no reaction at all.”

Sitting down, Javan started talking to himself as if nothing had happened.

“Ah! Perhaps you don’t mind calling me oppa, so you’re not denying it? Wow~! If that’s the case, this oppa likes it? Actually, you know, this oppa is being overworked with this injured body. ‘Moon’ is really too much, you know? Even after suffering multiple fractures all over my body during a mission and crawling out of that rough terrain carrying a baby bird, she healed me for a bit and then told me to go to Bastille again to check on the Winter Wood Sage’s movements, to get the items needed to break the curse on her, to do favors for that ‘Justice’ guy from the empire, she really overworks only me. So…”

“So, what is it?”

At Moon’s voice, Javan flinched for a moment and smiled slyly.

“Oh my~! You’re here? So what else could it be, I just wanted to express my gratitude for being able to serve our lovely lady.”

At Javan’s wink, Moon let out a small sigh.

“…Alright. I admit I may have overworked you a bit.”

“Ahahaha! Isn’t that because I’m so capable?”

Moon had nothing to say to Javan’s self-praise.

In reality, Javan was indeed capable.

He was a versatile talent who could manage Arcana’s information network, plan operations necessary for missions, and directly perform in missions.

They could somehow find superhumans or high-ranking magicians like other executives.

But it was difficult to find a nearly all-around talent like Javan.

That’s why it was regrettable that his relationship with Yard Tosl, who was originally being raised as his successor, had turned sour.

“If there’s something you want, I’ll grant it if possible.”

At Moon’s words, Javan’s expression slightly hardened.

“Don’t tell me it’s another mission?”

At his quick-witted question, Moon nodded with a reluctant expression.

“It’s not a mission you directly participate in, just providing support from behind. According to the Wheel of Fortune’s prophecy, it might be a bit dangerous.”

“…Well then, I’ll take my time to think about the reward.”

Javan let out a sigh as if resigned and went back into the mansion.

Seeing him like that, Moon felt a bit of guilt but quickly brushed it off.

“What are you looking at again?”

At Moon’s question, the Wheel of Fortune wrote in the air with magic.

-Fate is greatly shaking once again. As predicted, the 11th Apostle was killed by Justice, but the Sword Demon was not born and died. The 6th Apostle, who was destined to guide the Sword Demon, was also killed by the Sword Demon’s hand.

“What did you say?!”

At the Wheel of Fortune’s words, Moon held her forehead.

The death of the future Sword Demon Vermilion was a huge event.

The Sword Demon becomes a puppet of the Dawn Star Cult but is destined to eventually kill the 1st Apostle, the leader.

-Now the trend has changed to the Dawn Star Cult’s influence being curbed, but it may ultimately become stronger. And…

The girl paused for a moment while writing and shook her head.

-No, the shaking of fate is still ongoing, so it’s difficult to say I’ve read it properly.

“…I understand. I’ll need to hear a detailed report from Justice. Don’t overdo it.”

At Moon’s concern, the girl nodded.

The girl endlessly looked up at the night sky.

In the night sky, a storm-like darkness was sweeping away the light of the stars, causing fate to shake.