The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

The moment the mistletoe that had transformed into an arrow pierced his skin, passed through the gaps between his ribs, and reached his heart, it was blocked by the curse embedded in his heart.

And at that moment, the wicked arrow that could kill a god tore through the mythical curse and caused a huge turbulence of mana.

“Kugh!”

Abasael couldn’t breathe from the excruciating pain.

The turbulence of mana fiercely flowed, following the gravitational force of the magic circle, penetrating Abasael’s mana circuits that had been blocked by the curse.

It was as if a collapsed dam was destroying downstream dams one after another and overflowing.

In the process, the mana of the mistletoe permeated his entire body, tearing his muscles and shattering his bones.

It wouldn’t have been strange if his whole body had been crushed to dust, but the magic circle under his feet fixed his mind and body.

That process was tremendously painful but also exhilarating at the same time.

“I am a human wearing the mask of a god. O foolish shepherd, great demigod who achieved seven feats, it is only natural that I too shall become so.”

Even in pain, Abasael exerted his willpower and moved mana to invoke magic.

Mana flowed through his fingertips and drew a magic circle according to his will.

He could use magic. It was the moment he had dreamed of for thousands of nights and drawn for thousands of days.

He was purely moved like when he first saw magic as a child.

He was as joyful as when he first felt and moved mana. He was as thrilled as when he first used magic.

“Ah, magic is so mysterious and beautiful.”

He moved mana as if it were fascinating, like someone who had regained lost limbs.

Then hot tears flowed down his cheeks. He wept.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Abasael chanted gratitude and embraced the mana enveloping his entire body, vowing never to lose it again.

The welling emotions were something no one could understand.

For someone who had lost both arms, the emotion of regaining lost hands was insufficient, even with the word hope.

“El!”

Abasael woke up from his thoughts at the urgent shout calling him and manipulated mana.

All the mana of the mistletoe that had completely erased the curse began to restore his shattered body.

In the process, his skin peeled off like a shell and his bones reattached more sturdily.

The tattered mana circuits were firmly reconstructed.

In the process that took place in an instant, Abasael took out his magic staff from his subspace.

“Ah, this cool and heavy sensation. It’s been a while.”

He smiled at the power that was more solid and vast than before his mana was sealed, and he lost magic.

Then he lightly tapped the temple floor with the end of the magic staff.

“Aaah! Save me!”

Clio screamed, blocking the sharp claws of the gargoyle with a pot, and closed his eyes, sensing death.

The boy, trembling with the fear of death, was waiting for the imminent pain.

But strangely, he didn’t feel any pain.

No, suddenly it became so quiet that it was serene all around.

When Clio slowly opened his eyes and checked, the gargoyle that had been swinging its sharp claws at him had stopped.

“As your master, I declare, retreat.”

At Abasael’s words, the gargoyles that had been rushing in unison returned to their original places.

Yard, who had been diligently fighting and avoiding the attacks of the gargoyles, asked with a dumbfounded face,

“What happened?”

At that question, Abasael smirked.

“It’s nothing much. I just interfered with the defense magic of this temple and engraved my name in place of the owner’s. The guards followed the owner’s orders.”

“Is that possible?”

Even Yard, who had diligently learned magic, didn’t think such a thing was possible.

“Well, if I had no information at all, it would have been impossible for me too, but I had a lot of mythical information I heard from our lord. I also interpreted the murals on the way.”

No matter how much information there was, an ordinary mage couldn’t dominate a space where myths lingered.

It was possible because his mana was converted to the mana of the temple that the mistletoe had held until now.

“When did you even interpret them when you moved almost like an alarm? Anyway, it’s amazing. It was true that you were a great mage before losing magic.”

Actually, it wasn’t a very trustworthy statement.

How many people who claim to have been great when they were young are really great?

If everything they said was true, you could find a dozen legendary explorers and mercenary kings in old and shabby taverns.

And those guys would be trembling with alcoholism while smoking cheap cigarettes.

At Yard’s reaction, Abasael laughed self-deprecatingly.

“Kuk kuk kuk, it may sound like a boast if I say this, but even Viscount Wiesel used to defer to me when I was young.”

It wasn’t a lie either, since Abasael had become a Supreme Mage before Viscount Wiesel.

“You mean that person who is one of the Eight Mages?”

“Yeah. He was my closest friend and rival. It’s been 10 years since we last contacted each other, I wonder if he’s doing well.”

His friend had not only blossomed in talent but also dominated the magical world.

In contrast, he was a cripple who had been rotting in a room for 10 years.

Even a bug struggles when stepped on, but he, who couldn’t even struggle when stepped on, was worse than a bug.

If he hadn’t been deceived by the Boutique and confined for 10 years, would he have contacted his friend?

Asking himself that question inwardly, Abasael unknowingly shook his head.

His arrogant past self couldn’t have reached out like that.

He could have gone to find him several times before being deceived by the Boutique, but in the end, he sought the help of an unknown merchant rather than his friend’s help.

There were no what-ifs in the past, so they were all futile delusions.

“But who could it be since we never touched the treasures?”

At Clio’s question, Abasael let out a small sigh.

Then he lightly tapped the temple floor with his magic staff.

Then, everything in the temple disappeared, leaving only the green field and clear sky.

On the field, besides Abasael’s party, there was a man and woman who seemed to have been in the middle of a fierce battle, exhaling rough breaths.

“Eh?! My treasures!”

“Eh?! You guys!”

Rouerfel and Febrie were shocked to see different things.

“Was it you bastards?”

Abasael was furious that if he had been a little late, the gargoyles would have pounced before he could even complete the magic circle, and he might not have regained his magic.

At his murderous and vast mana wave, the two swallowed dry saliva and stayed alert.

“H-How did you…?”

Rouerfel was startled when Abasael, who had been an ordinary person, suddenly became a powerful mage.

While Rouerfel was bewildered, Febrie finished assessing the situation and threw her sword to the ground.

“W-Wait a moment! We want to talk!”

“Honey?”

“You too, quickly throw away your weapon! This space is now the domain of that geolog- no, that great mage!”

At Febrie’s words, Rouerfel also threw his sorcery staff to the ground.

If Febrie called it the great mage’s domain, it meant that the control of the space had been completely handed over.

Fighting without any countermeasures in the domain of a mage who perfectly controlled the space required risking one’s life.

Moreover, fighting against Abasael, who was clearly a high-ranking mage at a glance, was suicidal.

In the current situation, participating in the mission to invade the land of the Sage of the Winter Wood seemed safer.

At least they would have had reliable comrades and equipment.

“What is there to talk about? What you and I want should be the same, right?”

Seeing hundreds of flame spears being created in an instant, Febrie realized.

The fact that if she said one wrong word here, this place could become their grave.

At least if a proper battle broke out, both of them wouldn’t survive.

Then even if they lived, it wouldn’t be living.

“There’s a misunderstanding!”

At Febrie’s shout, Abasael first created magic chains to restrain the two.

It was foolish to quietly listen to potential enemies who might do something.

Febrie inwardly sighed in relief at being restrained.

If he had considered them enemies, he would have attacked rather than bothering to restrain them.

“Speak.”

At Abasael’s words, Febrie slowly opened her mouth.

“We are just a couple who loves to travel. We just wanted to have a curious exploration, we had no intention of coveting what’s yours.”

“Didn’t your husband say he was looking for Baldur’s forgotten temple?”

When Abasael pointed that out, Febrie shook her head.

“If that was really our goal, we wouldn’t have carelessly talked about it. As I mentioned then, it’s my husband’s hobby to hear strange local legends and travel to find them…”

At her words, Abasael nodded.

If it wasn’t an act back then, they indeed looked like an immature husband and a wife who went along with him.

“Then why did you follow us?”

“Th-That’s… Since there was no guide who would lead us off the regular route, I… suggested following you, not with a specific destination in mind for mountain climbing.”

At Febrie’s words, Abasael looked at Rouerfel.

“It was that man who suggested it.”

“The husband suggested it.”

Abasael and Yard saw through the lie at a glance.

Because Rouerfel was vigorously shaking his head.

Febrie scolded her husband with a headbutt.

“I understand your hearts of caring for each other, so I’ll let it slide, but didn’t you ask Clio to guide you for three days?”

“As we followed, we passed through several areas where mana gathered well, so I thought it wasn’t a simple geological survey. That’s why we pursued you longer than planned. We just wanted souvenirs for the trip, we never intended to backstab you!”

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem to be a lie.”

Abasael judged it wasn’t a lie based on the steady pulse of the two transmitted through the magic chains.

“But because of you, an important ritual almost failed. If the ritual had failed, we all would have died.”

Feeling the anger in Abasael’s calm voice, Febrie shouted urgently,

“We’ll compensate! If there’s anything you need, we’ll pay back with money or goods! My husband and I may not look like it, but we have money and connections!”

At the mention of connections, Abasael paused for a moment.

“Connections… Then can I also receive information?”

At Abasael’s question, Rouerfel and Febrie nodded their heads vigorously.

“Good. Then hand over that subspace magic tool and bring me the information I want. Then I’ll let this slide.”

“Understood!”

As the two agreed, Abasael released the magic chains and displayed a contract containing magic formulas in the air.

It was a contract stating that they would provide the information he wanted, not cause harm, and absolutely not inform anyone.

“Stamp it with mana. Then I’ll overlook this incident.”

The two hesitated for a moment at the magic that would repay with death if broken, but soon made the contract.

Rather than facing a great mage supported by the mythical power lingering in the space, providing information had a higher chance of thier survival.

“The information I want is twofold. One is all information about Nivel di Probellin, a puppet master belonging to the Magic Tower of the Duplion Kingdom. And the other is all information about Yumil Javan, the troupe leader of the Slavan Circus. Especially pinpointing the location and main areas of activity is important.”

When he wanted information on the ’The Fool’ and the ‘Tower’, the two were surprised and narrowed their eyes.

“El…!”

Yard was moved by Abasael’s consideration for him.

“The deadline for providing the information is December 1st, at noon. The location for providing the information is… the capital… the teahouse in front of Viscount Wiesel’s mansion in the capital. If the teahouse is gone, it’s in front of the viscount’s main gate. If I don’t arrive within 20 minutes of the designated time, let’s meet at the same time and place on the 1st of every month.”

As soon as Abasael finished speaking, the contract was established and magic emblems were engraved on the bodies of the three.

“Um, can I ask why you’re looking for those two?”

At Febrie’s question, Abasael pondered what to answer and smirked.

“Let’s say they’re a long-lost lover and father.”

It wasn’t a lie, although they would be eager to kill each other when they met.

Relieved by those words, the two removed their subspace bracelets.

“Ah, is it okay if we take out about enough for travel expenses?”

Abasael took out a pouch of gold coins from their subspace magic tool and threw it.

Glancing inside the subspace, they were quite wealthy.

“Um, if it’s alright, as a souvenir of this trip-Oof!”

Febrie chopped the back of Rouerfel’s neck, knocking him out as he was talking nonsense.

“…You must have a hard time because of your husband.”

“…I’m grateful you understand. But he’s cute, isn’t he?”

Febrie carried her husband on her back and quickly left the field where the temple had disappeared.

“But where did the temple go?”

At Yard’s question, Abasael answered while checking the subspace bracelet.

“I put it in my subspace. I’m the owner now.”

It would be nice if he could also take this space where myths lingered, but unlike the temple, which was a building, it was part of the world, so it was impossible.

Moreover, since the temple had disappeared, this space wouldn’t last long either.

“Huhu, it wouldn’t hurt to have expectations for the connections of the couple who just left.”

Based on the magic formula of the subspace bracelet, the creator was Abasael himself.

In other words, they were also customers of the Boutique.

Abasael used the last power lingering in this space to ‘chase out’ himself and his party.

Suddenly appearing at the temple entrance, Yard and Clio were surprised and looked around.

“Clio, you’ve worked hard. This is the promised reward and bonus, although it’s early.”

Abasael took out a pouch full of gold coins from the stolen subspace magic tool and handed it over.

“Th-This much?! Thank you!”

If they saved and scrimped, this amount was enough to run the orphanage for 10 years without any other support.

Seeing Clio’s surprised appearance, Abasael thought he was rather naive.

He could have asked to share what was obtained from the temple, not just a pouch of gold coins.

No, perhaps it was wise.

Treasures that couldn’t be handled tended to invite misfortune.

The sun was rising on the horizon at the foot of the mountain.

A small bird cut through the dim sky and flew towards Abasael.

It was a very familiar bird to him.

“This is…?”

Receiving the messenger doll with one hand, he checked the letter and smirked.

“Our lord is summoning us. Let’s go to the resort city.”

TN: Sorry Friends, the price is going up to 10 coins now