The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

How does Dorothy know the name of Consort Paramella?

The Paramella I know is someone who died of illness in her thirties.

In the novel, she was just an extra whose name was mentioned.

She was an extra among extras who appeared only when Precia recalled Prince Yuan or in the will of the old head attendant Herion, a dog beastman.

According to my investigation before I set out on my journey, Paramella was born as the third daughter of a powerless marquis family located in the frontier.

In the year she became an adult, Paramella went to the capital and entered the palace as a maid with her insignificant noble status.

It was very common for daughters of poor noble families who didn’t have a decent marriage prospect to seek a livelihood by becoming maids in the palace or great noble houses.

Paramella, who entered the palace as a maid, fell in love with the current king, who was the crown prince at the time, and became a concubine, giving birth to a prince.

That prince is none other than me.

That’s why it was strange. Dorothy was sealed at least 40 years ago. Maybe even more than 50 years.

It meant that when Paramella was born, Dorothy was already sealed.

Of course, there was one case where Dorothy knew Paramella.

It was if all the information about Paramella was fake.

If she wasn’t the third daughter of a marquis family, didn’t go to the capital at the age of 17 as an adult, and wasn’t an ordinary maid.

If she was someone special enough for Dorothy, who was sealed for decades, to remember her name, it wouldn’t be strange for her to know Paramella.

Moreover, if she was such a person, it wouldn’t be impossible to manipulate personal information.

Looking back, even my magic teacher Geor referred to Paramella using honorifics.

It was strange for him, who looked down on even the queen consort, to use honorifics for a queen of insignificant status.

“You’re not the secret of my birth, are you? Like my maternal grandmother?”

But what if she was the daughter of Dorothy, the strongest among the witches of calamity? Then it wouldn’t be strange.

At my question, Dorothy momentarily revealed a sticky murderous intent.

The murderous intent, which should have been an intangible force, was so terrible that it overflowed like a tsunami, taking a tangible form.

Dorothy quickly gathered her murderous intent as if she had made a mistake.

“Ahem! I apologize. So put down that magic staff, sapling of the Winter Wood.”

Precia, sensing the murderous intent, pushed me back with the chair, surpassing my perception, and drew her sword.

Jade was about to activate the magic circle he had set up as insurance in case of conflict with Dorothy.

It happened in an instant, as if only time had stopped for me.

“Well, I can tell you didn’t have a good relationship.”

It was customary for outstanding mages to be skilled at controlling their emotions.

The fact that she, who had reached the ranks of the world’s strongest, revealed her emotions to this extent meant that they had a relationship almost like mortal enemies.

At my words, Dorothy slowly nodded.

“Indeed, it wasn’t a good relationship. But I have no intention of making you bear the sins just because you’re a parent and child. It’s only meaningful to make individuals pay for their own sins.”

She smiled bitterly as she said that.

Judging from the fact that she didn’t ask about life or death, she seemed to have guessed that Paramella was already dead.

“By any chance, can I know what happened?”

At my question, she shook her head.

“Kid, let’s stop this topic for your own sake. Just know that your mother and I deeply empathized with each other, trusted each other, and were betrayed. That’s all I can tell you.”

Dorothy spoke firmly as if she wouldn’t allow any more questions.

Her eyes looking at me were filled with sadness, sympathy, and an unfathomable expectation.

Paramella, I should look into it later.

“I understand. Let’s stop here.”

Dorothy nodded with a smile at my answer.

“Then I should get going. If I stay here too long, I might be pursued by those persistent ones.”

I also agreed with her words and stood up from my seat.

“Then let’s see each other again if there’s an opportunity.”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

Dorothy left with the three familiars. As she disappeared, everyone took deep breaths as if the tension had been released.

“Hey, someone take care of that guy.”

I pointed to Yard, who had fainted with a red face and drooling.

Silua summoned two dolls to grab Yard’s arms and legs and headed towards the carriage.

I should give him a weaker drink next time.

********

Nivel, who activated the barrier inherent in the Witch’s Forest, fled west with the injured, fearing that the barrier might collapse and get caught up in the battle between the ancient dragon and the great witch.

“This should be fine, right?”

They had already come far enough that the forest was no longer visible.

“Nyahahaha! There’s no need to run this far, is there? If something goes wrong, we might have to surround them, you know?”

At Arisa’s question, Nivel glared at her as if asking what she was talking about.

“The one who set up the barrier in that forest is the ‘Hanged Man’. Can you trust the magic he installed?”

“Nyaha, well, that’s a bit…”

Arisa also showed reluctance at Nivel’s answer.

They had heard long ago that the ‘Hanged Man’ was a great mage who threatened the position of a sage. However, the ‘Hanged Man’ they experienced wasn’t very trustworthy.

It was partly because they were young mages who didn’t know the prime of the ‘Hanged Man’.

It was also because the avatars of the ‘Hanged Man’ who were mainly deployed on missions were composed of “small soul fragments” that had minimal impact even if their souls were lost and died.

Even though they were small soul fragments, as the soul of a great mage, they showed the skills of a Master class, but their limitations were clear.

As a result, the two people who occasionally carried out missions together developed a preconception that they could normally rely on him, but he couldn’t be trusted at critical moments.

From the perspective of the ‘Hanged Man’, it was an unfair situation.

“And there was an order from ‘Magician’-nim to preserve our strength as much as possible.”

“Ah, is that so? Hahaha! Nyahahahaha!”

At Arisa’s loud laughter, Nivel glared at her fiercely once again.

It was because one-fifth of the Shadow Magic Tower’s forces had been lost recently in a war against Wiesel, the Viscount Sage of the North Wind.

In the midst of that, with two-thirds of the Western Magic Division, which had the character of a reserve force, being lost, Arisa’s laughter couldn’t sound pleasant to him.

Arisa stepped back nonchalantly at Nivel’s gaze.

“Well, I was dragged here as your partner, so you handle it. Nyahahaha! If you earnestly ask for my help, I’ll help you.”

“Enough!”

Nivel shouted, her pride hurt.

Watching Nivel scolding and urging the tired and injured mages, Arisa hummed as if she was glad not to do bothersome work.

*******

The Witch of Calamity.

The Witch of the Shaking Earth muttered as she watched Yuan’s group riding away in a carriage in the distance.

“Paramella’s son. Indeed, that’s why he was born with such a great destiny, yet he bore the fate of death.”

Dorothy turned around and drew a small magic circle in the air with her finger.

As mana seeped into the magic circle, a voice was heard from within.

-…Huh? This mana wavelength, could it be Dorothy?

She smiled and greeted the familiar voice.

“It’s been a while, Dragon Lord.”

The one connected through the magic circle was the Dragon Lord, Bahamut.

-Wow~ It’s been a long time? Is this the time when the seal was supposed to be broken according to destiny? Hmm, no. When were you released from the seal? I didn’t feel you summoning me.

Dorothy answered Bahamut’s question, saying it was nothing special.

“I was very lucky. A great twist of fate distorted my sacrifice. Thanks to that, I was able to drive away the Void Dragon safely without calling you.”

-Ah~ Was Jest Word the watchdog prepared by the ‘Hanged Man’? If an ancient dragon came and you ended it without calling me, you were really lucky.

Long ago, when Dorothy foresaw her own seal but realized there was no time to avoid that future.

She made a contract with Bahamut, the Violet Dragon, to ask her to save her after the seal was broken.

In return, she had no choice but to make a huge payment and various concessions, but if she could avoid the hands of Arcana targeting her weakened self, it was worth paying.

-So, are you asking for a refund since you didn’t summon me?

Dorothy denied Bahamut’s question.

“No, let’s postpone using your power since I might be able to use it later. You wouldn’t return it the same way I gave it to you even if I asked for a refund anyway, right?”

-Eheheheh! Of course. That was the nature of the contract.

“Then it would be right to maintain the contract.”

After firmly stating that, she asked with a bitter face.

“There’s one thing I want to ask you.”

-The remaining duration of the contract’s effectiveness? Or about Oz?

“…The latter. Paramella Oz, the ‘Witch of the Tearing Storm’. Is she really dead?”

Bahamut asserted in response to Dorothy’s question.

-She’s dead. That’s something both I and Oz’s successor have confirmed.

“I knew it….”

Dorothy sighed deeply as if she had expected it.

Although Bahamut occasionally acted like she had a screw loose, she was a wise and cunning dragon, recognized as the spokesperson for all dragons.

If not only the Purple Dragon but also the current Witch of the Tearing Storm confirmed it, there was no more definite evidence.

“I’ll contact you again next time.”

-Ooh! Be sure to call me next time when something fun happens.

It was the last greeting of a dragon utterly obsessed with pleasure.

Dorothy cut off the connection and erased the magic circle.

“Traitor. Is Paramella, ‘Arcana 01, Magician’, dead?”

She felt burning anger and hatred, as well as sorrowful mourning and pity.

She had hoped Paramella was alive so that she could tear her apart and kill her with her own hands for helping to seal herself in the past.

But at the same time, she was relieved that Paramella was dead because she deeply empathized with her ideals.

“In the end, you died for that absurd and ridiculous gamble.”

At Dorothy’s murmur, the lion beastman asked worriedly.

“If that frail-looking kid is really the son of that witch, wouldn’t it be better to kill him now?”

Dorothy smiled as if she had heard a nostalgic remark at the lion beastman’s question and laughed.

“You’re still full of bluster despite being afraid of the red-haired transcendent kid, you cowardly lion. That kid is blessed by the great nature. Although he doesn’t seem to be aware of it yet, when he becomes conscious of it, even my prime self would have to risk my life.”

The lion beastman swallowed dry saliva at her words.

“Then shouldn’t we kill him all the more?”

“No, that’s not the case. The countermeasure prepared by Paramella’s son to deal with me was too fatal to me. To survive, I would have had to sacrifice at least my broom.”

Dorothy felt a chill at the sharp sensation.

“And even if I somehow break through the countermeasure, if the sapling of the Winter Wood and the red-haired transcendent kid attack, if he becomes aware of his own power and awakens due to that crisis, I can’t win with my current strength.”

When she, with her high pride, admitted her lack of power, her friends were genuinely surprised.

The Dorothy they knew was never a woman who showed weakness.

“Even if I could kill that kid, I wouldn’t. Perhaps that kid, Yuan, might be the salvation.”

It was still just a story of a possibility.

It was merely an extremely slim possibility.

TN: Bruh. What kind of twist is going on here? O_O