Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“You were alive. Thank goodness.”

That was my first thought when I heard that the chairman was looking for me. Thankfully, unlike the original work, she didn’t end up practically dead or missing.

As I crossed the still-chaotic Academy, trying to manage the aftermath of the demon tribe’s invasion, Aria, standing beside me, cautiously spoke up.

“I heard what happened. It must have been tough with the succubus and… that absurd incident.”

“Yes, it was. But it’s under control now.”

“It’s surprising that the Magic Tower actively protected the Crown Prince and Mr Mira. It’s curious how those self-absorbed people came together.”

The reason for the Magician’s Association’s unity and the fact that I was the one who taught them were kept confidential externally, at my request. I didn’t want any unnecessary trouble for my family.

Only the fact that there is an alternative to sacred healing, which will soon be announced, and that it can replace the absence of sacred healing, will be made known to prevent chaos.

“Maybe there’s a reason we don’t know about, or maybe the damage caused by the succubus was that serious.”

“That’s possible.”

It was indeed serious. The entire empire almost fell under the succubus’s spell. If we hadn’t seized the opportunity, the scope of the problem would have been much larger than it is now.

Just the number of nobles who were enchanted was enough to cause a heated debate about the punishment criteria, with some arguing that nearly 20% of the empire’s capacity would disappear if the criteria were too strict.

If the damage had been greater, it might have become completely unmanageable.

“I… Mir Mira, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help you back then. Leona said she was sorry she couldn’t help too. She’ll apologize again when you meet, but still…”

“Why are you apologizing? It wasn’t something we expected either. But I am curious—what were you two doing at that time? I’m genuinely curious.”

“We were with the people from the church. They stopped us from going there.”

“The church? Why would they do that?”

“I don’t know. When we asked why they were doing this, they remained silent. Maybe they were trying to prevent Leona from getting involved in the situation?”

That could be it. The symbolism associated with the status of a Hero is no joke. If we had Brynhild with us, given our advantage, we might have turned the tables right then and there.

“Anyway, they said they wouldn’t let us go, and if we wanted to leave, we should just kill them and go. One of them even cut their neck halfway.”

True. Given Brynhild’s personality, she would have hesitated and eventually given up if someone tried to kill themselves in front of her. Aria is also known for her indecisive nature.

“And, Miss Mira, I’m only telling you this… I also stopped her because I asked her to.”

“You stopped her?”

“Leona said that going to you was more urgent, so she was going to leave them and go anyway. But I thought it would be a little too much to leave them to die, so I stopped her… I’m sorry. If I hadn’t stopped her, Leona could have come to help.”

“…….”

“Did Brynhild really say that?” I might have influenced her a bit, but hearing that Brynhild, who was almost like a pure Hero in the original story, said something like that because of me, left me with a strange feeling.

“I’m really sorry… I didn’t realize…”

“Huh? No, I’m not blaming you. Both of you had your own thoughts. Why would I criticize that?”

Seeing Aria’s distressed face, I quickly tried to comfort her. If we were to assign blame, it would partly fall on me for awakening Brynhild in such a way.

“S-so, I think it’s good to be perceptive! It means you can protect me… and… oh, never mind. I’m sorry. Please forget I said that.”

Aria, who had been on the verge of tears, suddenly blurted out such words, then quickly bowed her head, asking to be forgiven for speaking out of turn. The atmosphere grew awkward instantly.

In the suddenly tense atmosphere, we quietly made our way to the chairman’s office. Brynhild, who had been leaning against the wall with a cold expression and crossed arms, brightened up when she saw me.

“Mira! Are you alright?! I heard the news. I’m sorry I couldn’t come.”

“Everything’s sorted out now, so no need to apologize. What’s going on?”

“…It’s hard to explain. I think you need to see for yourself.”

Her bright expression darkened again. She slowly opened the door, and we entered the chairman’s office. The first thing that hit me was the intense smell of blood filling the room. I stiffened at the overwhelming scent.

It wasn’t hard to find the source. The chairman was lying on a makeshift bed in the center of the room.

“…What happened?”

Even at a glance, the injuries were extreme. The area around the left eye was completely caved in, and the ear on that side was missing. The right side of her mouth was torn all the way to the ear, and there was a deep gash near her neck, causing her to cough up blood. Her chest was half ripped open, revealing the insides, and her left arm was broken in four places. The right arm was nowhere to be seen. Her abdomen seemed to have been forcibly stitched together, with parts that should have been inside still visible. The left leg was severed below the knee, and the right leg was twisted in three places at the mid-thigh. Blood continued to pour from her wounds, soaking the makeshift bed and the floor. She was barely clinging to life.

“How did he get hurt like this?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Brynhild sighed. Aria, beside her, was covering her mouth and gagging.

“She told us not to tell anyone and has stayed like this. She refused to see anyone else but you and Aria. We couldn’t even call a priest. Not that it would help, since the entire church is under investigation and they wouldn’t have come…”

The chairman’s condition was critical, and it was surprising she had refused treatment.

“Even for the chairman, she won’t last much longer. We need to do something… I feel bad for asking, but Mira, do you have any good ideas?”

“There is a way.” I approached with a grim expression. Whatever it took, the first priority was to treat her. Asking where she got hurt like this and why she didn’t call for help would come later.

‘They should be fine with this.’

Brynhild was entirely trustworthy, and while Aria sometimes showed signs of doubt, she was generally reliable. I had no intention of sending them out. If they came back to find the chairman recovered, they would surely assume I did something. There was no need to give the impression that I didn’t trust them, nor should I.

“There is a way.”

“Really?! What is it?!”

“Is that true?!”

Instead of answering, I began drawing a magic circle. I sketched a circular magic formation centered around the makeshift bed where the chairman lay, filling its connecting lines with intricate symbols.

“…What are you going to do?”

“Healing.”

I infused the magic circle with mana. A green light burst forth. Brynhild and Aria gasped at the sight of a color they probably had never seen before.

I knelt beside the makeshift bed. The chairman was still breathing heavily. I placed my right hand on her abdomen. It felt soft and slippery, likely due to the pooling blood.

ーーuuuuuung…

With a sensation of something swirling around, the green light enveloped her body. Her mangled body began to regenerate. Broken bones, torn skin, and ripped flesh all returned to their original state. Most astonishingly, even her severed arms and legs began to regrow. Aria and Brynhild were speechless at the sight of this defiance of common sense.

As long as she was still breathing, no matter how injured or transformed her body was, it could all be restored. This was the power of the highest-level healing magic, the “Green Miracle.”

“…Wha… What?”

Of course, there were some side effects. Since the magic virtually recreated the entire body, it identified anything not part of the body as a “wound” and dissolved it all. This included her clothing.

As the blood-soaked suit melted away, the size of her chest, which was large even when pressed down by clothes, became apparent. One side was as big as two heads. The rest of her body was similarly exposed. Aria and Brynhild were at a loss, unable to intervene since the healing was still in progress.

“It’s done. All healed.”

After confirming that the green light had faded, I removed my hand from her abdomen. Despite the treatment being over, the soft sensation of her lower abdomen lingered on my palm.

Brynhild, inching closer and visibly uncomfortable, spoke up hesitantly.

“Um, sorry to ask right after you finished, but could you step out for a moment? We need to get her dressed…”

“Of course. I had no intention of—”

Just as I was about to step away, the chairman grabbed my neck and pulled me towards her. She hugged me tightly, almost crushingly, but without causing any harm, burying my head between her breasts. Her arms wrapped firmly around me, and a milky scent hit my nostrils.

“Chairman?!”

“W-what are you doing—”

Brynhild and Aria, flustered, tried to pull us apart, but neither Aria nor the Hero Brynhild could loosen the chairman’s grip. I was momentarily stunned, feeling the soft sensation envelop my face. Only after hearing their voices did I regain my senses and put some strength into my arms.

As I tried to pull away, her grip tightened, but she couldn’t overpower me. I grabbed her wrist and slowly pried her off, freeing my head. In that brief moment, I glimpsed the deep cleavage flushed with heat.

“No, my child!”

As his empty hand swiped through the air, the chairman flailed her arms and opened her eyes.

“Ah… Child…?”

Golden vertical pupils flicked between looking up at me from below and glancing at Aria and Brynhild, who stood over us.

Then slowly, very slowly, they turned to her completely exposed body.

“Oh, my child… What happened…?”

“Well, quite a lot, actually.”

“Oh, oh no…”

The chairman covered her face with her hands. Her ears, which her hands couldn’t hide, turned bright red.