Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

Rosalia had asked me a favor: could I kill Alexander Reinhardt? Though partly personal, her request was driven by more than just personal grudge.

The Pope was known to be temperamental, hot-headed, and desperate to save face. If his son died, he would likely act not out of sorrow but to restore his pride, potentially making erratic decisions.

Hiding and erasing evidence wouldn’t be enough to beat them down one-sidedly, but if the Pope started causing chaos, the Starlight Order might make rash moves, making them easier to defeat.

‘Though it feels like her grudge is the main reason…’

The grudge-to-rationale ratio seemed about 99 to 1. Initially, I didn’t see the point. Even just exposing their healing magic would rally the Empire’s elites to beat down the Starlight Order. But learning about their connection to succubi changed my mind. These people had expanded their influence within the Empire for over 200 years without arousing suspicion, and they would undoubtedly use all their power to interfere.

So, I had verbally agreed to Rosalia’s request, thinking that the Pope’s erratic behavior would simplify matters.

‘…I could just think of it as getting rid of a bad guy.’

Seeing Alexander’s actions eliminated any lingering doubts. He declared he would stay for a week under the pretext of giving the saint candidate time to say goodbye to the students. Though displeased, the headmaster couldn’t refuse without cause.

Rosalia, upon hearing the news, stormed out of her dorm, refusing to stay in the same building as him, and took up residence in the club room.

Alexander wasted no time flaunting his power, starting on the very first day. His behavior was so outrageous that Rosalia remarked it reminded her of her former self, before meeting me. It was actually worse; at least Rosalia didn’t try to seduce every man she saw. Alexander hit on every woman he encountered. Though he avoided showing his connection to succubi, his actions on Saturday alone were enough to earn him infamy.

“You’re really going to kill him?! What’s the plan? Do you need my help?” Rosalia was thrilled at the thought of killing Alexander. No wonder she was angry; he would have assaulted her long ago if not for the belief that saints must remain pure.

I felt the same. He was a rotten individual, and given his enthrallment by a succubus, there was no reason to spare him. Alive, he would only serve the Demon Lord’s army.

“I suspect that if you declare your intention to return to the Order, he might use succubus pheromones on you. Why would the Demon Lord’s army leave a tool against them intact?”

Rosalia had risen to her high position as a saint candidate because saints were the surest weapon against demons. From the Demon Lord’s perspective, there was no reason to leave a potentially threatening human alive. They might maintain her status outwardly to avoid suspicion from the Empire, but internally, they’d strip her of her power and use her for “other purposes.”

Given how they had viewed and treated her so far, this was a predictable outcome.

“…Makes sense. Those bastards would try to use me in any way possible once I’m no longer useful, huh?”

Imagining what would happen to a saint candidate with no further use, Rosalia gritted her teeth, disgust evident on her face.

“They might use the pheromones in the Order, but given his personality, he’s more likely to use them right in the carriage. This is a guy who groped nuns’ asses in front of us. Right?”

“I think so too. Of course, he’d try to cover it up before using it. It might be tough, but once we secure it, wouldn’t it be the most solid evidence?”

The human possessed by the succubus is still just a human, and can’t enchant others just by their presence. That’s a fact that Priscilla confirmed.

So, if he’s going to use pheromones on Rosalia, he must physically store them somewhere.

“Inform the nuns that he’ll return in three days. That way, they’ll also try to prepare somehow.”

“Got it. But you know… what if he doesn’t use it in the carriage? Do we have to take him all the way to the Papal Palace?”

“Do you think you can endure until he returns?”

“No.”

Rosalia laughed as if surprised by her own answer, and then she took hold of my hand. Her fingers intertwined tightly between the joints.

“Why?”

“Because Priscilla, that girl, was always doing this with you. She said it made her feel warmer or more at ease.”

“That’s true.”

Rosaria lifted her clasped hands to her eyes and shook them slightly.

“I feel like it might really work.”

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“I beg your pardon, Mir Mira Crate.”

Just as I was about to formulate plans for situations where, for once, the guy didn’t use pheromones and various other unexpected scenarios and head back to the dormitory, someone blocked my path.

Judging by their attire, they were the nuns who had been with Alexander. I looked around. It was quite late, and this secluded area between the dormitory and the club building was unusually quiet. Were there no onlookers? I quietly licked my lips.

“What’s going on all of a sudden? I don’t see any reason for you to come find me.”

I prepared myself to step away if necessary and questioned. Winning a fight wouldn’t be particularly difficult, but what came after was the problem. With the prestige of the Starlight Order, if there was only testimony without clear evidence, we would be at a disadvantage.

These were people who had walked into Bellium Academy where the Shadow Dragon Meligore was. I had to assume they had sufficient means to conceal their identities or eliminate evidence.

“Mr. Alexander would like to invite you to dinner.”

The nun at the forefront, with her veil flipped up to her eyes, spoke up. It seemed like a rather unexpected dinner invitation.

“I’ve already eaten dinner. Please convey my refusal.”

“No, it’s not a dinner gathering for food.”

“Then?”

Instead of speaking, the nun answered by pulling back her robe, revealing her bare white skin. Underneath the seemingly tightly wrapped nun’s habit, there was nothing.

“….”

“You can enjoy a wide variety of flavors. How about it?”

“It seems like your master knows nothing about me. Tell him I’m not interested. You all can leave now.”

“Is that so.”

I almost retorted with the thought that if they were trying to get friendly, they should have done proper research first, but I held back. There was no need to give the impression that I knew more than I let on.

As I tried to reject the offer outright and turn away, the nun with her veil covering her face took a step forward. I created the shape of Eternity in my right hand, ready to act if necessary.

“Stop. It’s better not to come any closer unnecessarily.”

However, despite the warning not to approach, the nuns were closing in on me. Sensing something suspicious, I prepared to leap backward using my enhanced physique, but at that moment, the nun at the forefront lifted her veil.

“Hello? Handsome gentleman?”

The moment our eyes met, an indescribable sensation washed over my entire body.

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“Alright. That’s enough.”

The nun who removed her veil approached Mira Crate humming a tune.

In fact, she wasn’t even a nun. Somehow, a demon’s tail was swaying around near the nun’s robes that had been pierced.

“I sensed something suspicious, but did you really not know what it was? Too bad. Did you consider taking one more brave step forward?”

Under Queen’s command, the succubus disguised as a nun, Nika, spoke.

“You’re quite something too. Not as strong as that woman with the sword, but still quite powerful, aren’t you?”

If Nika had been alone, she would have been quite lacking. The energy and strength of the man in front of her were considerable, even glaring. Perhaps it was similar to the power of that woman with the sword.

“But what can you do? You’ve caught the eye of a succubus, and she happens to be our queen. Just submit quietly.”

But she had received power directly from the queen herself. So there was no problem.

“Hehehe~ Hehehe~”

Her cheerful tune didn’t stop. If things went well this time, she could easily shed the title of the lowest-ranking succubus and the stigma of being hopeless trash.

Approaching Mira, Nika observed his face closely. Then she let out a sigh.

“Haah… You’re really handsome. If the queen hadn’t told me not to lay a finger on you, I would have devoured you right here. How can someone with such a face not be interested in anything risqué?”

As much as she wanted to taste him even just a little bit, daring to do so to a man marked by the queen would mean she would be thrown between the goblin with her uterus removed. Mixing with a male while being impossible to reach the peak and unable to absorb energy, such a dreadful torture had to be avoided.

“…. Is it working properly?”

Nika, feeling much more anxious than expected due to the unexpectedly powerful force, tentatively poked Mira Crate’s cheek. There was no reaction. The suggestion seemed to be working properly.

Once commuNikation was established, the succubus’s suggestion could dominate the mind perfectly. However, since the amount of energy absorbed would exponentially increase depending on the target’s status, it was not something to be used recklessly, even though it was an ability of the succubus. But there was an exception for this man, as ordered by the queen.

‘I almost ruined the mission.’

Even though I received so much energy from the queen, it was almost completely drained now. If I had taken one more bite, it would have been a real disaster.

‘No, why is this guy even at the academy?’

Even now, he was at a level where it wouldn’t be strange for him to be patrolling the front lines with the Sword Saint. Nika had her doubts and withdrew her finger from Mira’s cheek.

“Hurry up. Get ready. We can’t stay here long.”

Even if they had prepared thoroughly, Bellium Academy was the lair of a dragon. If you stayed too long, you would definitely be found out. That was the case unless you were this half-succubus, who poured so much energy into her body that even the queen herself would stagger.

“Hey, what are you doing? If you stay too long, you’ll be found out? Hurry up and move– cough!”

Nika couldn’t finish her sentence and made a groaning sound. It was because a ruthless hand had grabbed her throat.

‘W-What kind of strength…!’

No matter how hard she struggled to escape, the hand gripping her throat showed no sign of loosening. It was a thought that even with all her strength, she couldn’t break free, passing through Nika’s mind.

“What are you doing? You’re a succubus?”

‘…He spoke?’

At the voice that came from right in front of her, even as her breath grew shallower, Nika struggled to open her eyes and looked at Mira. Despite her breathless and blurred vision, she saw not the hazy, unfocused pupils typical of someone affected by suggestion, but clear, lively eyes filled with vitality.

‘H-How…?’

How could a suggestion be broken by willpower? It was a situation that had never occurred in the thousands of years of succubus history.

In the midst of Nika’s confusion, the hand gripping her throat tightened even more. The strength she had desperately tried to release began to weaken. The sensation in her fingertips and toes was disappearing.

‘Queen, save me…’

Not long after, Nika lost consciousness with a muffled sound.