The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

Our destination, or more precisely, my destination, was the sealed land that the Sage of the Winter Wood had protected for generations.

The current Sage of the Winter Wood, Jade, would be living there, so we were going to meet him.

Silua showed interest at the mention of a sealed land.

“What is sealed there?”

“A passage to another world. If the seal is broken, the monsters inside will come pouring out.”

Long ago, when a hole connected to another world opened at the center of the mountain range, countless monsters poured out from within.

The monsters currently distributed throughout the entire Bastille Mountains are descendants of those otherworldly monsters.

Silua’s eyes sparkled with curiosity at my answer, but I dissuaded her.

“The magician guarding the seal inside will know the answer to your curiosity better than me, so ask your questions later. Right now, the priority is getting inside.”

Originally, according to my plan, we had to approach the barrier set up by the Sage of the Winter Tree, but due to the brutally cold weather, it was impossible to go further inside.

“How can we endure the cold and go inside?”

Silua and I put our heads together and pondered.

Unfortunately, Gilbert and Precia were of no help.

If it were just Precia, it wouldn’t be difficult to penetrate this cold, but it would be meaningless if I couldn’t go in.

“Even if we block the wind with Navi’s power, the cold itself is the problem.”

The temperature outside the igloo was approaching negative 20 degrees Celsius.

As we went further in, the temperature would drop drastically, so it was important to somehow make it a temperature where we could move.

“Fire magic would have its limits, right?”

“We’d become mummies from mana depletion on the way.”

“Then how about Yuan oppa summoning a fire spirit and making a contract?”

“The environment is too unfavorable for summoning a fire spirit. Ah! How about having dolls pull a carriage? Even if we can’t light a fire, a carriage would have better insulation than going with bare bodies.”

“Even now it might be fine, but if we go further in, even the antifreeze inside the dolls will freeze.”

Silua and I sighed simultaneously.

I don’t see an answer. Should I summon a fire spirit like Silua said?

No, with my mana, it would be impossible to summon one while ignoring environmental factors.

At that moment, Gilbert, who was warming himself by the fire, said,

“Can’t we move with this space as it is?”

At Gilbert’s question, Silua sighed.

“Gilbert oppa, space magic requires a level of proficiency and mana that is on a different dimension from other magic. If it were my father, maybe, but us…”

“No, wait a moment.”

When I stopped Silua’s words, everyone looked at me.

“Yes, let’s move with the space itself. It’s a good method. It should be possible.”

“What? But space magic is…”

“It’s not space magic. We just need to make a golem out of this ice cave itself and move it. Then we’ll be moving with the space, right?”

At my words, Silua’s eyes widened.

“That’s right!”

If it’s an ice golem, unlike dolls, freezing won’t be a problem.

Moreover, if we make the outer walls thick with ice, the insulation will be sufficient.

If it’s the size of a large carriage rather than a huge golem that blocks a gorge, there won’t be any burden of consuming mana stones.

If there’s a problem, it’s ventilation. But we have Nabi, so we can exchange the carbon dioxide inside with oxygen outside in a way that minimizes the inflow of cold air.

“Well done, Gilbert!”

“That’s unexpected! Gilbert oppa!”

Gilbert, who suddenly received praise, nodded his head with an expression of not understanding at all.

“Let’s get to work right away.”

“Yes! Yuan oppa!”

Silua and I drew magic formulas all over the igloo Precia had dug so that it would become a golem.

“Precia, can you make some small holes here? About twenty of them, the size of a fingernail.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Precia drew her sword and made air holes where I pointed.

“And here, make it the size of a palm.”

Next, she made holes for visibility.

“Rama, make a water screen.”

-Beep beep!

As Rama blocked the holes with water, it quickly froze in the cold.

Visibility was secured with transparent ice while the wind couldn’t enter.

Silua took a shovel to bury the golem core made on the spot into the ground.

Clang! Clang!

The frozen ground didn’t even get scratched.

“Move aside for a moment.”

Precia cut out the spot Silua was trying to dig.

“Should I dig more?”

“No, this is enough. Thank you, Precia unni!”

As the golem core was buried, the ground shook.

Rumble rumble-!

The entrance Precia had made collapsed and was blocked by a smooth wall. Then, twenty legs appeared and the ice hut began to move.

“Can I leave the control to you?”

“Yes! Just trust me!”

Silua skillfully controlled the golem and moved into the mountains.

“Brr, it’s cold with the holes. Let’s burn some more firewood.”

I put more firewood on top of the scattered bonfire.

Now it feels like we can live.

*****

In the garden of the Wiesel Estate located in the capital, Count Wiesel burst into laughter.

“Puhahaha!”

After laughing for a while holding his belly, Wiesel wiped his tears and asked,

“Ahahaha! So you’re saying you were misunderstood as a black magician and ran away?”

At the Count’s question, Dmitrik Ron Zapka, the Sage of Summer Fruit, frowned.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious right now!”

“Puhahahaha!”

The Count laughed again at the words telling him not to laugh.

“Puhihihi! As soon as you found a disciple candidate, puhahaha! You were treated as a perverted human trafficker, kheup! And accused of being a black magician. Elder, you’re truly a legend! Uahahaha!”

Dmitrik Ron groaned, holding his head.

If the cheeky fellow in front of him right now wasn’t the great-grandson of a friend, he would have beaten him to a pulp on a rainy day.

Of course, there was no way the Count, one of the Eight Great Sages at the pinnacle of magicians, would meekly let himself get beaten.

“Shut up! I wandered around for 100 years to find a successor, but that was the first time I saw such talent!”

“Uhahaha! Phew~! Ah, I laughed to my heart’s content for the first time in a while. My belly hurts. But since you praise her so much, I’d like to see her once.”

At the Count’s words, Dmitrikron showed wariness and said,

“I spotted that child first.”

“Who said anything about taking her away? I just said I want to see her, that’s all. Still, that child would prefer being the disciple of Count Wiesel over some unknown perverted black magician, pfft!”

Dmitrik Ron couldn’t refute the Count’s words.

He was someone who only briefly appeared in magic history books and had long retired from the magic world, while the Count was one of the eight sages reigning over the current magic world.

The extremely few magicians who had reached the pinnacle of the magic world, knowing the secrets of the world, would show the utmost respect to the Sages of the Four Seasons, but the other party was a young child who knew nothing.

If she had to choose, it was obvious that she would hope to become the disciple of the Count who was renowned.

Nevertheless, there was only one reason Dmitrik Ron brought this up to the Count.

“Please tell that child that I’m not a black magician who kidnaps children. You know how well I treated you when you were young.”

At Dmitrik Ron’s words, the Count glanced at him with playful eyes.

“Treated me well? In my memory, I only remember you ignoring me no matter how much I begged you to teach me some magic.”

“Hey! That’s because you tried to share my magic with your friend! What was his name? Abi? Ibiel?”

When Abasael was mentioned, the smile disappeared from the Count’s face, and it turned cold.

Dmitrik Ron flinched at the sudden change in expression that even felt murderous.

“Wh-why are you acting like that? Are you angry that I didn’t teach you magic back then?”

The Count shook his head.

“No. Would I be angry over such a trivial matter? I now know well that your magic shouldn’t be passed down to just anyone.”

“…Then?”

Instead of answering the question, the Count flicked his finger. Then, a few glass tubes rose from the garden floor.

“Th-this is!”

Dmitrikron could only be shocked. Because there were people hanging inside the glass tubes.

“Magic experiment? No, this is purely for torture.”

The Count nodded at the insight befitting the Sage of Summer Fruit.

“That’s right. Well, I did mix in some experiments as well.”

“How could you commit such a cruel act? What wrong did they do…?”

“They are magicians from the Shadow Tower.”

At the Count’s words, Dmitrikron shut his mouth.

He was also well aware of the Shadow Tower’s notorious reputation.

“Since it’s for the magic development they so desperately want, they should dedicate themselves with a joyful heart. It would be a greater advancement for the magic world if I torture them and do some simple experiments rather than those fools kidnapping innocent civilians and putting their heart and soul into experiments.”

Dmitrik Ron thought no one could refute those words. Including even those trapped in the glass tubes and being tortured.

It was common sense in the magic world that a sage’s basic experiment was more valuable than an ordinary magician’s advanced experiment.

“No, still…”

“They ruined the life of my one and only friend. He was more outstanding than me. He was someone who would have definitely taken the position of a sage. Those idiots dare to babble about doing it for the advancement of magic! Even if thousands or tens of thousands of those morons put their heads together, they wouldn’t reach the toes of my friend!”

Dmitrik Ron fell silent at the furious shout.

To the Count, who was more outstanding than anyone else, his friend Abasael was the only one he could open his heart to, the only friend who made him not feel lonely.

“There must be a reason you’re showing me this.”

The Count nodded at Dmitrikron’s question.

“I’ll sweet-talk the disciple candidate you covet as much as you want. If you wish, I’ll provide massive support in teaching her.”

He gritted his teeth, saying he hadn’t caught the unnamed witch who sent Avasael to ruin.

“So please help me catch those Shadow Tower bastards until you return to the Holy Land of Sorcery, the Sky City. Former Tower Master.”

There would be no one who knows the Tower better than you.

The Count’s eyes, who had been more apathetic than anyone in the world, blazed with maddened fury.

*****

“Excellent. Keep doing that.”

Jade, who was quietly sitting and training his mana through meditation, slightly lifted the corners of his mouth at his master’s praise.

“No. I’m still far from it.”

“Hohoho, the fact that you can say that while training mana at your age is proof that your talent has surpassed mine. I could give you my position anytime.”

Even if she died right now, the lineage of the Sage of the Winter Tree would not be cut off.

Yekatrice smiled contentedly as she looked at her disciple.

Not knowing her inner thoughts, Jade felt good at his master’s praise.

To him, his master was his idol and goal.

Yekatrice, who was assisting Jade’s training, suddenly got goosebumps all over her body and looked to the west.

“Master!”

As Jade, who had been training while sitting, stood up and grabbed his magic staff, Yekatrice nodded her head.

“This energy belongs to the great demon of the south, the Dragon Killer.”

“For it to come this close, it’s an opportunity we absolutely can’t miss!”

At Jade’s shout, she also agreed and took out a magic staff from her subspace. Then she quickly flew into the sky and left the Winter Tree Forest, the barrier protecting the sealed area.

The two master and disciple, who had flown to the outskirts of the forest where the energy was felt in an instant, made dumbfounded faces.

“Ahh… It’s, it’s hot…”

“Young master! Young master!”

“It’s hot! Ahhh!”

“No! Get a hold of yourself! If you take off your clothes here, you’ll really die!”

A girl with red hair was suppressing a boy with a fragile impression who was trying to take off his clothes.

“Hot! I feel like I’m burning to death!”

In this bitterly cold weather, the boy struggled to take off his clothes.