The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

About a month and a half ago.

I stopped the demon summoning ritual taking place in Bryuta and obtained the corpses of Agistream, the 6th Apostle, and Donovan, the 11th Apostle of the Morning Star Cult. And I immediately contacted Bahamut and asked her to arrange a deal.

The content of the deal was the heads of the two apostles of the demon-worshipping church. And in exchange for conceding the merit of preventing the black magic ritual to the Solar Church, I would receive supplies that could only be obtained from the Solar Church.

Since the amount of supplies I requested was quite large, it took over a month for the deal to be finalized.

Originally, I planned to use these supplies to raise the next Saint of the Earth Denomination, but it lost some meaning as I gained a Saint as a companion instead.

Of course, even so, the holy water, sacred iron, and sacred magic scrolls in front of me didn’t lose their value.

Rather, Sophia, who inherited the essence of the Earth Church, could use them much better than the still young and inexperienced next Saint.

She could even learn the secret magic of the Solar Church.

“Splendid! A great mage and a transcendent from the Morning Star Cult! Except for the Sword Saint, no one in the seven churches has achieved a feat like you, Brother.”

Asede’s eyes gleamed with madness after confirming the heads of the two demon worshippers.

There was something eerie about the old priest’s brightly smiling face in excitement.

As befitting a former heretic inquisitor who had spent his life torturing and killing heretics and apostates, the sacred power gently flowing through his body seemed to exude a thick scent of blood.

“I’m at a loss for words, receiving praise from the legendary Demon-Breaking Priest.”

“Oh, you know me?”

The old priest’s madness-filled gaze turned towards me.

I answered with a smile.

“I don’t know the details, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that if your achievements as a heretic inquisitor were formalized, you would be considered one of the Seven Saints of Guidance. I have some connections on the Earth Church side, you see.”

The madness gleaming in his eyes subsided at my words about not knowing the details.

Creepy. If I had said I knew the details, he would have tortured me to find out where the information had leaked from, with plenty to spare. He was a madman.

I should be a bit more cautious.

“Hohohoho. It seems you’ve heard of my false reputation.”

“If it were a false reputation, Bahamut wouldn’t have paid this much attention to you.”

In fact, the reason Bahamut paid attention to Asede was that he periodically provided various information and spectacles of demon worshipper hunting, but let’s gloss over that point.

At that moment, Bahamut looked around at my companions and hummed a tune.

“Hmm~! You’ve made interesting companions while I wasn’t looking.”

Bahamut’s gaze turned to Abassael and Sophia.

A great mage and a saint possessing divine power, so it was understandable for Bahamut to be intrigued.

I introduced Abassael and Sophia as if it were nothing.

“This is my exclusive mage. And this is the priest I sponsor. There’s one more friend inside the carriage, but I’ll introduce him later since he has some business to attend to.”

Then I immediately introduced Bahamut.

“This is Bahamut, the Purple Dragon, the spokesperson and leader of all dragons, the Dragon Lord.”

At my introduction, Abassael and Sophia looked at me with surprised eyes.

“Dragon Lord?”

“Are you referring to the Divine Dragon mentioned in the founding myth?”

Abassael had not met Bahamut since he joined late in Ziliville.

“That’s right, that dragon. I have something to discuss with the Cardinal for a moment, so try asking her to teach you some magic.”

At my words, Jade, Abassael, and Silua approached Bahamut with sparkling eyes.

“Hey! Yuan!”

“Just play with them for a bit.”

Leaving Bahamut, who was calling for me, behind, I stepped away with Asede for a moment.

“What is it that you wish to say, Brother?”

Asede showed a peaceful and kind smile as if he had never had madness-filled eyes.

“It’s a story that the Cardinal might be interested in.”

“If it’s a story I might be interested in, and if it’s about sponsorship like the priestess from the Earth Church over there, please allow me to politely decline in advance.”

It was a statement befitting a faithful clergyman. Even originally, if the other party wasn’t a heretic or an apostate, he was the most faithful clergyman.

He couldn’t say anything about a priest from another church receiving sponsorship, but it wouldn’t look good.

Especially since he was a former heretic inquisitor who had received many requests of all sorts.

“Ah, it’s not about sponsorship. And even if it were, it would just be accompanying her on a pilgrimage and sharing food, clothing, and shelter.”

The old priest’s expression softened at my words.

“A pilgrimage must be quite arduous, yet you’re accompanying her. That’s impressive.”

He seemed to have accepted my journey as a penance because I had killed the apostles of the Morning Star Church.

Come to think of it, it doesn’t seem entirely wrong.

“Then what is it that you wish to say?”

I smiled at Asede’s question.

“While exterminating those apostle scoundrels, I learned something. Are you perhaps interested in information about the secret branches of the Morning Star Cult?”

Although the Morning Star Cult says they are withdrawing from the kingdom on a large scale, they still leave secret branches to maintain a minimum level of influence.

The demon worshippers Jade clashed with at the beginning of the novel were none other than those secret branch scoundrels.

At my counter-question, the old priest’s eyes sparkled with madness again.

“How could I not be interested, Brother?”

The information I was going to provide included not only the secret branches within the kingdom but also the locations of the secret branches hidden in the empire.

Isn’t it the law that religion transcends borders?

Since it’s bothersome for me to deal with, I’m simply outsourcing it.

Of course, I’ll receive the outsourcing fee from Asede.

Ah, in this case, is it called an information fee?

For reference, I planned to receive the information fee in kind.

After our business deal, Asede carefully wrote down the information I provided and laughed like a child.

“Hohohoho. Oh my, I don’t have anything on hand to pay you right away, but is it alright to hand over such valuable information without an advance payment?”

At his question, I showed a kind smile.

“Isn’t it all for the peace and prosperity of the world? The information fee is just so that the Cardinal and the Solar Church don’t feel indebted, so take your time… and comfortably send it through Bahamut.”

I said I just trusted them, but what I trusted wasn’t the conscience of the Solar Church, but Bahamut’s power.

With Bahamut as the intermediary, unless their livers swell up and burst, they won’t be able to just gulp down the information without paying.

Even if they do gulp it down, the Morning Star Cult and I have already come too far to be on friendly terms.

Even if I don’t receive the information fee, just having the Solar Church handle the Morning Star Cult on my behalf is a huge gain.

Contrary to my inner thoughts, Asede made the sign of the cross and prayed as if he were touched by my words.

“Your faith is so deep! I’d like to pray for you, Brother. O Lord, Radiant Father, before me stands a small hero who serves the world. Please, O Father who illuminates the heavens, guide this small hero so that he may not lose his way….”

I appropriately played along with the Cardinal’s lengthy prayer.

After finishing the prayer, Asede hugged the memo pad with the information I had given him tightly and scurried over to Bahamut.

Then he requested to be sent back to his original location alone, saying an urgent matter had come up.

At Asede’s request, Bahamut waved her hand as if it were a bother and opened a warp gate, throwing Asede to the other side of space.

“Is it okay to send him off so casually?”

When I asked with concern, Bahamut snorted.

“There are hardly any fellows with longer lifespans than that guy, so don’t worry.”

Indeed, he was a legend among heretic inquisitors who had retired from the heretic inquisitor life, which was known for short lifespans, and even became a cardinal. Just seeing him alive at that age, one could guess his skill.

In the midst of that, he neatly took the two apostle heads I had given him.

“Sister! Sister! Look at this!”

Silua had already grabbed Bahamut’s clothes, excited about a magic formula she had never seen before.

Jade and Abassael were also looking at Bahamut with joy.

“You played well with them as I said, right?”

At my words, Bahamut lightly snorted.

“Of course! It’s a friend’s request, so I have to do my best. You’ll do the same for me, right?”

As she said that, Bahamut took out a Chaturanga game board.

Oh no, this is going to be a hassle. I was planning to just breeze through it and move on.

“…Alright, I’ll play with you for about ten rounds at a leisurely pace.”

“Yes! I’ll definitely win this time, so be prepared!”

“Before that, let me introduce my new companions again. Keep it a secret from others.”

I gestured to Gilbert and introduced them.

“This is Abassael, the Mage of Scorching Heat, my exclusive mage.”

Bahamut was surprised to hear Abassael’s name.

“The Mage of Scorching Heat, isn’t he the one the Viscount Sage of the North Wind said had lost his magic?”

“Huh? You know Abassael?”

I was surprised that she knew Abassael.

“Of course. I have some interactions with the Eight Mages, and as soon as that fellow became a sage, the first thing he asked me was to find his missing friend. But I heard he had lost his magic, but I guess not? He even possesses a unique power.”

At Bahamut’s words, Abassael showed a complex expression.

“Thanks to my lord, I have regained my magic. …Could you keep the story about me a secret from Wiesel for a while?”

It seemed he wasn’t mentally prepared yet.

Until now, there had been several opportunities to exchange letters and contact acquaintances far away from each other.

However, Abassael always tried to write a letter to Wiesel but ended up not sending it.

At Abassael’s request, Bahamut made a mischievous expression.

I didn’t miss that expression and said,

“If you keep it a secret, I’ll add five more rounds.”

“Ugh…! Tsk! You’re quick-witted.”

Grumbling, Bahamut promised to keep it a secret.

Is playing games with me more important than seeing Wiesel flustered?

No matter how I look at it, it seems more entertaining to see Viscount Wiesel flustered, but I can’t understand dragons.

“And this is…”

“The Saint of the Earth Church, right? The power I sense from her is just like Daliana’s.”

Looking at Sophia, Bahamut seemed lost in memories, unlike her usual self.

I had thought Bahamut would have some friendship with Daliana since they appeared together in the founding myth of the ancestors, but I didn’t know she would make such an expression.

Sophia also made the sign of the cross and formally greeted Bahamut.

“There are many records about you, Lord Bahamut, in our church as well. Since I was young, I loved the stories of Daliana and Bahamut, so it’s an honor to meet you like this.”

Sophia was genuinely excited.

I secretly gestured two fingers to Jade.

Jade interestingly raised four fingers.

Good, the bet between Jade and me was established.

I bet that it would take less than 2 hours for Sophia’s illusions to be completely shattered, while Jade bet it would take 4 hours.

Seeing Bahamut’s eyes lost in memories, he probably thought it would take that long, but he didn’t know Bahamut well.

Bahamut wasn’t a dragon who cared about appearances for the sake of memories.

No, all dragons weren’t the type to care about such things.

Gilbert, whom I had sent to fetch Yard, got off the carriage with Yard.

Pointing to Yard, who looked unwell, I asked Bahamut,

“Do you happen to know that Dorothy, the Witch of the Shaking Earth, has awakened from her seal?”

“Huh? How do you know that?!”

“I’m the one who broke that seal.”

Bahamut was greatly surprised by my words.

I briefly told her about what had happened in the Witch’s Forest. Hearing the story, she burst into laughter.

“Ahahahahaha! As expected, my eye for judging people is accurate. I told you that you were fit to be my friend.”

After laughing for a while, Bahamut lamented that she had missed something fun.

She had been enjoying Asede’s demon worshipper subjugation show, and now she was lamenting.

“So, why are you telling me this?”

I smiled at Bahamut’s question.

“I need your help. You know how to get to the land of the undead, right?”