The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

Nedrian opened the cigar box delivered by the wholesaler and checked the quality.

“The storage condition is good. The leaves are well dried, and the aroma is nice. It’s not the highest grade, but between high grade and medium-high grade.”

At her assessment, the wholesaler let out a hearty laugh.

“Hahaha, Miss Nedrian’s eye is excellent as always. It’s 113,500 ducats.”

“I’ll pay in silver coins.”

Nedrian handed over a pouch containing small silver coins worth a thousand ducats each.

The pouch containing 114 silver coins was quite heavy.

“Here’s the change, let’s see…. Oh my! There are only 3 copper coins worth 100 ducats. I’m sorry, but is it okay to give the rest in 10 ducat copper coins?”

“It’s fine. I need change anyway.”

“Oh, thank you. This is a new variety, please try using it.”

The wholesaler handed over a pouch containing heavy change and a cigar case.

“Anyhow, you’re good at business. I’ll order it if it’s good after trying.”

“I would be grateful if you do!”

After the wholesaler left, Nedrian brought the box into the store.

“Ah! I’ll help you too!”

Ronia, who was cleaning the shelves, put down the mop and scurried over.

“It’s okay. Ronia, can you tie the cigars with silk thread and put them in the case after I move them?”

“Yes! Got it!”

Ronia, who answered energetically, opened the box Nedrian had moved and separated it into 10 each.

“You’re doing well. But that perverted mage didn’t come looking for you again, right?”

At Nedrian’s question, Ronia nodded.

“Yes, he hasn’t come since he was chased away by the market people and security guards last time.”

“Is that so? Then I’m relieved, but we must never let our guard down. Mages are persistent. Gilbert would be sad if something happens to you.”

Nedrian, who had received extreme education since childhood, warned almost compulsively.

Ronia, who was young but clever, took the warning to heart and nodded.

“Don’t worry! The security chief gave me a horn to blow if anything happens!”

Seeing Ronia proudly showing the horn, Nedrian smiled with a satisfied face.

Ding-a-ling!

“Welcome.”

Even while organizing, when the bell attached to the door rang, Nedrian reflexively greeted first.

As the door opened and a beautiful black-haired woman entered, Nedrian and Ronia exclaimed in admiration.

Ding-a-ling!

Nedrian, who had been captivated by the customer’s beauty, quickly came to her senses at the sound of the bell as the door closed and asked the beauty,

“Ah…! How may I help you? We sell both tobacco and medicinal herbs.”

“What medicinal herbs do you have… no, that’s not it.”

The black-haired beauty, who had naturally tried to find medicinal herbs, shook her head and asked with a bright smile,

“Is there a child named Ronia Asan here by any chance?”

As she looked for Ronia, Nedrian naturally blocked Ronia with her body and asked,

“Why are you looking for Ronia?”

At Nedrian’s vigilance, the black-haired beauty, Yekatrice, took out a letter from her bosom.

“Gilbert asked me to deliver a letter from him. My benefactor’s party is probably on the move right now, so I came instead of the messenger bird. They can’t send a reply if they’re moving.”

At her words, Nedrian said suspiciously,

“I am Ronia’s guardian. Please give me the letter.”

“Ah! You must be Ms. Nedrian. Here is the letter.”

When a stranger knew her name, Nedrian became even more vigilant and received the letter and opened it.

After reading the letter and smelling it, Nedrian couldn’t find any abnormalities.

“Is this all for the letter?”

“Yes, my benefactor scolded Gilbert to keep it to one line except for family.”

At those words, Nedrian unknowingly nodded.

She certainly thought the previous letter was too much.

“What is the name of this benefator person?”

At the continued suspicion, Yekatrice nodded, saying it was indeed as she had heard.

“My benefactor’s name is Yuan. The guard knight is Lady Precia, and I can’t tell you where they are now. My benefactor told me to keep quiet.”

“…It seems to be real.”

As Nedrian’s suspicion was resolved, Yekatrice took out another letter.

“And My benefactor sent a letter to someone named Divet. He told me to deliver it in person….”

Ding-a-ling!

Before Yekatrice could finish her sentence, someone boldly opened the door and entered.

Nedrian and Yekatrice naturally turned their heads toward the door.

And everyone was surprised, including the elderly man who had opened the door and entered.

“The perverted dark mage!”

“Huh?! Dmitrikron?”

“Huh?! Yekatrice?”

The three people who shouted simultaneously looked at each other in turns.

“Dmitrikron is the perverted dark mage?”

“Are you acquainted with that perverted dark mage?”

Between the two bewildered people, only Dmitrikron shouted in frustration.

“I’m neither a pervert nor a dark mage!”

At Dmitrikron’s shout, Nedrian pulled out a dagger with poison on it, looking at him with disbelief.

When Nedrian found out that Yekatrice was acquainted with Dmitrikron, she became wary of her as well.

“Dmitrikron! What on earth did you do to get such a reaction?!”

“It’s unfair! Yekatrice! I just tried to take that little child as my disciple!”

At the word disciple, Yekatrice looked at Ronia, whom Dmitrikron pointed at, in surprise.

“Could it be, the one of summer…?”

“Yes, the one of summer!”

At the desperate shout of her old friend, Yekatrice let out a small sigh and said to Nedrian,

“Please calm down. This person is not a dark mage.”

“…How can I trust you?”

Despite Yuan’s introduction, at Nedrian’s endless distrust, Yekatrice let out a deep sigh.

“What on earth did you do, Dmitrikron?”

“I-I didn’t do much! I just saw traces of her suffering from meridian deficiency syndrome, so I grabbed her wrist to check!”

At Dmitrikron’s frustrated words, Ronia, who was hiding behind Nedrian, said,

“He suddenly grabbed my wrist and excitedly said I had a young and perfect body!”

At Ronia’s words, Yekatrice gave her old friend a contemptuous look.

“N-No! I just meant it was the optimal body for learning magic! You know well that I’m not that kind of person!”

When Dmitrikron gave a desperate look asking her to believe him, Yekatrice sighed.

“It’s your fault for saying something that could be misunderstood! You fool!”

“That’s why I brought someone to clear up the misunderstanding! Hey! Don’t just listen outside, hurry up and come in!”

When Dmitrikron yanked the door open, a man outside was laughing so hard that he was hitting the ground and shedding tears.

“Kuh-huk! Puhahaha! Uhahaha! Perverted dark mage! Kuhahaha!”

Despite wearing fancy and luxurious clothes, Dmitrikron kicked the man’s butt as he was rolling on the ground.

“You bastard! Is this the time to laugh? I helped you with all my might as promised, and you just laughed and collapsed?!”

“Kuh-heung! Kuh-huk! Kuh-hehehe! Ah, I’m sorry. I heard about it, but for a mage as renowned as you to really phew-huk! Uhahaha! Dark mage! And a pervert at that! Kuhahaha!”

“Viscount Wiesel!”

Despite Dmitrikron’s angry voice, Viscount Wiesel only calmed down and got up after rolling on the ground and laughing for a while.

“Phew~! That was fun. Ah, what was it? You said I should use my power and authority to suppress and offer a small and powerless child to serve you?”

At the playful question, Dmitrikron kicked Viscount Wiesel’s butt again.

“No! I said to persuade them that I’m not a dark mage so she can become my disciple! How many times do I have to say it?!”

“Ahahaha! A disciple is a disciple. Isn’t a disciple someone who labors in exchange for the master’s knowledge?”

“Wrong! I want a parent-child relationship like Yekatrice too!”

“Uhahahat! An old man over a hundred years old wants a parent-child relationship! At an age where you should be seeing great-grandchildren!”

This time, when Dmitrikron silently took out a magic staff from his subspace, Viscount Wiesel quickly entered the store and began to persuade seriously.

“I am the head of the Wiesel family, a viscount family of this country, and a mage in the position of a sage, the pinnacle of the magical world. At my word, thousands of mages in the Magic Tower would move in unison. I can prove it anytime if you want.”

Viscount Wiesel was the most famous mage in this country and the leader of the neutral faction nobility.

Anyone who could so boldly impersonate such a noble had to be quite a madman.

“Tsk, you need a whip to make you listen, whether in the past or now. You damned bare-assed thunder.”

Despite Dmitrikron’s muttering, Viscount Wiesel calmly said,

“I, as such, will guarantee it. That elder may be a pervert, but he is definitely not some dark mage.”

“Shut up! I’m not a pervert either!”

Seeing the angry Dmitrikron, Viscount Wiesel lightly winked at Ronia.

“And to that elder’s eyes, despite his appearance, he is a very high-ranking person in the magical world. He could mobilize all the mages in this country and boast with all sorts of power if he wanted to, but he only brought me, his friend’s grandson, because he was afraid you would be scared, and he’s restless like that.”

In fact, the situation itself where one of the Eight Mages directly came to find her was fear itself and pressure for mages.

However, Ronia and Nedrian, who didn’t know much about the magical world, just thought that a great mage of high nobility was guaranteeing his identity.

Seeing Dmitrikron’s truly restless appearance, Ronia thought that maybe she had misjudged him.

“If you become his disciple, there will be no mage with higher talent than you in this country. Your talent might even be higher than mine. Therefore, as a viscount and an elder of the Magic Tower, I intend to spare no support.”

He was even willing to give about half of all the assets of the viscount family if necessary.

Dmitrikron’s successor was that important of a position.

When Ronia couldn’t answer rashly, Viscount Wiesel smiled brightly.

“Prudence is one of the important virtues in magic. That elder won’t force you to become his disciple either. But he was disappointed that the child who had shown him kindness misunderstood him as some dark mage. Won’t you at least clear up the misunderstanding?”

At those words, Ronia glanced at Dmitrikron and nodded.

“I understand.”

At Ronia’s words, Dmitrikron’s expression brightened.

“Yes! That’s enough for now. Thank you for clearing up the misunderstanding.”

“Eh~! What’s there to thank me for. If you’re really grateful, give me some of the magic potions you’ve been hoarding.”

At Viscount Wiesel’s joke, Dmitrikron hit the back of Viscount Wiesel’s head with invisible magic.

“Who’s thanking you?”

“This is too much! I prevented you from being wanted, and even personally visited the security here to explain that there was a misunderstanding, and you’re doing this?”

“I also granted your request! Do you know how many days you used me?”

“Ahem! I have nothing to say if you put it that way.”

When it seemed like the general misunderstanding was resolved, Dmitrikron asked Yekatrice,

“But why are you here? I even warned you through Dalanta that those guys might come.”

At that question, Yekatrice smiled awkwardly.

She didn’t know how to explain this, and it wasn’t something to talk about in a market street like this.

“We’ll talk about that later.”

Because her priority now was to cure her illness.