The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

Hundreds of magicians gathered in front of the Witch’s Forest.

They were people who had gathered to solve the incident of the scarecrow successively destroying the safe houses that served as wedges to maintain the witch’s seal.

In addition to the management unit, many people had gathered, so the number of magicians was close to 700.

The magicians’ attire was diverse, ranging from military uniforms to traditional magician robes, suits, white clothes, and school uniforms.

Through each attire, it was easy to infer each other’s status and affiliation.

In a scene where magicians from all walks of life had gathered, as if a conference of the Magic Tower was being held, the magicians exchanged conversations and even caused commotions.

“What is the meaning of this! Master Arwin!”

At the entrance of the forest, an old man with a beard and white hair wearing a magician’s robe was angry at a middle-aged man in a military uniform.

“Please calm down, Honorable Asante.”

Arwin, the overall commander of the management unit and a 6th-tier magician, advised the old magician to calm down with a blunt face.

At that stiff tone, Asante, a 7th-tier archmage, shouted in a creaky voice.

“Do I look like I can calm down right now! Why are you blocking us!”

“Even if you ask me to let you in recklessly like that, I have no choice but to stop you.”

“What?!”

When the old magician pushed his magic staff, which was as tall as him, the overall management commander also took out a short magic staff.

“Do you want to try it now?”

At his calm voice, the old magician flinched.

As a magician, the old magician had a higher tier, but the tier of magic and combat ability were separate matters.

No matter how powerful and dangerous great magic an archmage could use, they couldn’t be faster than the magic bullets fired by a skilled combat magician.

Moreover, the soldier in front of him was a specialist in magical combat and one of the strongest among the kingdom’s combat magicians.

“Ahem…! I was too hasty. I apologize.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

When the old magician lowered his staff, the overall management commander Arwin also put his magic staff back in.

“But please understand! You also received the ‘communication’ from the management 1st unit commander, didn’t you!”

The magicians nearby also agreed with Asante’s question.

“That’s right!”

“Let us into the forest too!”

At the magicians’ clamor, Arwin narrowed his brow.

The emergency communication magical tool used by the management unit was basically connected to the magicians under “Arcana 01, The Magician”.

The magicians gathered here were those who had hurriedly gathered after receiving the communication from the management’s 1st unit commander.

The content of the emergency communication was simple.

‘An object presumed to be the Witch’s Broom has been found, attempting to retrieve it, but it appears to have layers of mana barriers and unknown seals.’

The Witch’s Broom, moreover, the broom of Dorothy, known as the strongest among the Four Witches of Disaster.

For a witch, the Witch’s Broom held more meaning than a magic staff did for a magician.

A magic staff, no matter how precious, was merely an accessory, or harshly put, a consumable item.

However, a Witch’s Broom was no different from a second mana circuit for a witch.

At the news of discovering an item that was enough to make magicians’ eyes roll back, the broom of the great witch Dorothy, not just any witch, all the magicians in the west had gathered.

The magicians in the capital, where The Magician’s main forces were located, or in the east, which was far away and had fewer numbers, couldn’t gather due to distance and various political issues, but the magicians in the west alone numbered around 700.

“Hah…”

The overall management commander let out a deep sigh.

Although the emergency communication magical tool was connected to all the factions under The Magician, it was possible to send a message only to specific individuals through settings, so he was stressed by his subordinate’s ‘mistake’.

Still, Arwin could understand his subordinate’s mistake.

Even if he had discovered the Witch’s Broom himself, his hands would have trembled.

“Everyone, please calm down and follow our control.”

At Arwin’s words, some magicians of noble birth protested.

“Why should we follow your control?”

“Just move out of the way right now!”

The entrance blocked by the management unit was the relatively safest path in the forest.

The shadow beasts and the scarecrow roaming the forest only wandered where there was negative-dimensional mana, so they had to take a path that avoided negative-dimensional mana to safely reach the middle of the forest.

At the rude protest of the magicians of noble birth, Arwin raised his hand.

Then, the management unit members blocking the entrance simultaneously took out their magic staffs.

“My lord has ordered me and the management unit to ‘manage’ the forest. As of now, those who do not follow the control will be considered to be disobeying my lord’s orders. Kill those who resist.”

At the cold order that was brutal, the protesting magicians hesitated.

“W-Will you be safe after this?”

The magician of noble birth who had been speaking informally asked in honorifics.

“I am merely carrying out my lord’s orders. If you refuse, raise your magic staff.”

When Arwin pointed his magic staff, the protesting magician raised both hands and surrendered.

He sighed deeply once again and said,

“Hah… If you just follow the control, I will take measures to let you enter together.”

At his words that he would let them in, the anxious magicians’ expressions brightened.

“However, as you all know, the forest is dangerous. Not everyone can enter.”

At his words that not everyone could enter, the expressions of the low-tier magicians turned sour.

If not everyone could enter, it was obvious that the low-tier magicians would be excluded first.

As expected, the low-tier magicians were discouraged by Arwin’s next words.

“Those below the 3rd tier cannot enter the forest. Also, those with physical disabilities, especially in the legs, are not allowed.”

“Wait! Can’t we just fly!”

A magician whose tier was sufficient but was leaning on a staff protested.

“The interior of the forest is an environment where long-term flight is impossible. If you still want to enter, do as you please. I have no obligation to stop you from committing suicide.”

At his words that he wouldn’t protect them even if they forcibly followed, the magician bit his lip but soon nodded as if he had made up his mind.

“I understand. I will do as I please.”

Dorothy’s Witch’s Broom was worth risking one’s life for.

Arwin told the restrictions with a furrowed brow at the magicians’ attitudes.

Each time, there were various protests, but no riots broke out.

In front of the trained elite combat magicians’ magic staffs, even nonexistent manners had to be created.

In that way, about 300 magicians were filtered out for various reasons.

In fact, even the overall management commander who had filtered out the magicians knew that in the end, all the magicians present would enter the forest.

Given the mission to stop the scarecrow from destroying the safe houses, all members of the management unit had to enter the forest.

Nevertheless, the reason for filtering out the magicians entering like this was simple.

It was to emphasize that there was no obligation to protect those who were not allowed to enter.

“Distribute the bracelets to those who will enter.”

At his order, his subordinates distributed the bracelets.

As soon as the distribution was finished, before anyone else could speak, Arwin said,

“We will now enter the interior of the forest.”

As the 160 members of the management unit entered in perfect order, about 240 magicians who had hurriedly put on the bracelets followed right behind.

The remaining 300 or so looked around, and half of them couldn’t resist their greed and secretly entered the forest.

Arwin sighed as he walked at the very front.

“There are too many fools who don’t know their place.”

The commanders of the 2nd and 3rd management units agreed with his lament.

“About 100 of those who entered without bracelets will die, right?”

“Even among those wearing bracelets, there will be many deaths.”

As they passed the entrance of the forest, the negative-dimensional mana that filled the forest enveloped their entire bodies.

“Disperse according to the plan.”

The management unit began to move in groups of five to reduce the probability of encountering shadow beasts.

Seeing that, the magicians also split into their respective affiliations and followed suit.

The management unit knew the most about this forest.

However, even so, with such a large number of people moving, shadow beasts ambushed them here and there.

“Hmm, I thought it would be inconvenient with useless baggage attached, but it’s actually good because the attention of those monsters is diverted.”

“I agree. Fortunately, there are fewer unnecessary battles.”

At his subordinates’ jokes, Arwin smiled bitterly. The fortunate thing was that the skills of the magicians following behind were above average, so they were handling the shadow beasts well.

The life and death of the fools following behind were already out of his concern.

“Roy, how is the communication connection with the 1st management unit?”

At Arwin’s question, his subordinate answered with a troubled expression.

“I’ve been trying continuously since entering the forest, but they’re not answering.”

“Are they engaged with the scarecrow? Then the location of the scarecrow…”

As he was about to continue giving orders while moving, a roar was heard from behind.

Kwang-!

Startled by the sound, the magicians looked at where the explosion had occurred.

At that moment, bright red flames erupted through the black fog, and explosions occurred consecutively.

Boom! Kwang-!

“Aargh! My leg!”

“Aaah! It hurts!”

At the sudden explosions and screams reeking of blood, the magicians were too shocked to close their mouths.

In a forest where magic was extremely suppressed, how complicated a formula and how much mana would be needed to cause such consecutive explosions?

Even for them wearing bracelets, it wasn’t easy to cause explosions of that scale.

“…M-Mana, I can’t feel any mana!”

At someone’s horrified shout, everyone was puzzled.

The forest was filled with negative-dimensional mana, so they didn’t understand what it meant for a moment.

Kwakwang-!

However, with the following explosion, everyone understood those words.

The gathering of mana that should have naturally occurred before the explosion was not felt. The dispersion of mana that should have spread after the explosion was the same.

“My goodness… To think such magic exists…!”

Amidst people dying and getting injured from the explosions, the magicians were all amazed.

To cause explosions of that scale without magic, a huge amount of gunpowder was needed, but they couldn’t smell anything like that at all while entering the forest.

“Even a sage, even a sage wouldn’t be able to do this…! It’s unbelievable!”

Among the magicians who were blankly admiring, Arwin, who alone came to his senses, shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Everyone~!! Run away from the explosions-!!!”

At that shout, the management unit members and magicians came to their senses.

It was a chronic problem of magicians who were crazy about magic.

Kwakwakwakwang-!!

Everyone simultaneously used flight magic and flew into the forest to avoid the explosions.

In the chaos where they couldn’t care about how many had died or if the person right next to them had survived, the magicians advanced to live.

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“Phew, it takes quite a bit of mana to detonate something far away.”

When I yawned as if it was nothing, Abassael looked at me in horror.

“T-That explosion is just at the level of taking ‘quite a bit’?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah?”

In his horror, there was a sense of awe and absolute belief.

Ah, don’t tell me he thinks that chain of explosions is my ‘magic’?

Is he crazy? How can I use such a large-scale explosion magic in this shitty environment?

I simply caused a small spark with Nuni’s power on the detonator attached to the ‘fun item’ that Gilbert had asked what it was before entering the forest.

It meant that I detonated my ‘fun item’, ‘diatomaceous earth heavily fed with nitroglycerin’, in other words, ‘dynamite’.

If it’s an environment where it’s difficult to use magic, why couldn’t I use an alternative to magic?

My dynamite was made with diatomaceous earth, graphite, nitrogen, etc. that Abassael had bought from the Magic Tower before entering the Constellation Labyrinth.

Originally, it was made to be used when catching Fenrir, but isn’t it fine as long as it’s used somehow?

Boom-! Boom-! Kwakwang-!

I detonated the dynamite mainly in places where the bastards who absolutely had to die were, while keeping an eye on “The Magician’s” subordinates and driving them into the forest.

I made a rather meticulous effort to keep the management unit working on the western front alive as much as possible.

As the explosions went off here and there in the forest, the negative-dimensional mana was blown away, and the foundation that made up the forest began to shake.

“Now, let’s head to the center of the forest too. We have to go see Dorothy’s face.”

I smiled like a brat and moved forward.

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At the continuous explosions that shook the entire forest, Rouerfel and Osmond were surprised and looked towards the outskirts of the forest.

However, “The Hanged Man” and Javan, who were in front of the sealing stone that sealed the witch Dorothy in the center of the forest, had no time to pay attention to anything else.

“The crack in the seal is opening.”

At “The Hanged Man’s” words, Javan took out a pale glowing gem that he had been keeping preciously in his bosom.

Javan looked down at the gem with remorseful eyes.

“Lila, don’t forgive my foolishness. Just as you betrayed me for love, I sacrificed you for love… Just understand me.”

A magic circle rose from the gem, and the gem shattered, absorbing the surrounding negative-dimensional mana.

And from inside the gem, a translucent beautiful woman emerged and began to sob.

“My foolish daughter, Lila.”

The cry of the undead banshee began to echo through the forest.

TN: In case you forgot, Yard’s dead lover is Jasmine Lila (Chapter 22)