Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

‘Time to go.’

After the regular student council meeting ended, Roxanna packed up her belongings and stood up. She was left alone with the Crown Prince. Until the moment Roxanna began gathering her things, the Crown Prince was still poring over documents related to the academy’s operations.

Such behavior was possible only because he was first in line to the imperial throne. Whoever became the next student council president would not wield as much power as the current Crown Prince.

‘He seems a bit different lately.’

Roxanna had been noticing this whenever she saw the Crown Prince these days. Though he had a somewhat androgynous appearance before, he had always struck her as a man. Now, however, he seemed much more feminine.

Her succubus instincts told her so. His facial features, eyes, and body shape had changed, but most decisively, the scent of his energy had changed drastically.

The energy of males and females is fundamentally different. The vast majority of succubi preferred male energy. Many even outright rejected female energy, and Roxanna was one of them.

‘He used to smell so delicious…’

Now, she found it completely unappealing. Female energy was often compared to the taste of green vegetables, and having lived in the human world for so long, Roxanna found this comparison very accurate.

“Roxanna Astriere.”

Just as she was about to leave the meeting room, the Crown Prince’s cool voice stopped her in her tracks. As a succubus, Roxanna might not have been overly concerned, but as Roxanna Astriere, a second-year student at Bellium Academy, she couldn’t ignore his command.

“…Yes, Your Highness. What is it?”

‘Ugh, what now? Why call me out all of a sudden?’

While cursing the Crown Prince inwardly, Roxanna responded calmly outwardly. The Crown Prince spoke without taking his eyes off the documents.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been frequenting the club Mira Crate joined quite often. There are rumors you apply for membership there every day. I called you to verify this myself.”

“Haha… You noticed?”

It was true. The human persona Roxanna was portraying was someone annoying but not someone that could be genuinely hated, and she was working hard to maintain that image.

Her efforts seemed to be paying off, as Mira found her annoying but hadn’t outright rejected her or told her to get lost. Instead, Priscilla, who was always clinging to Mira, seemed more wary of her.

Of course, the truth was closer to wondering what this succubus was up to, but Roxanna had no way of knowing that.

“How could I not notice? The rumor has spread throughout the academy. They say Roxanna Astriere is making a great effort to join a particular club. And it’s especially noteworthy because the person in question is Mira Crate. It would be strange if anyone wasn’t aware of it.”

Mira Crate had been quite a celebrity since the entrance ceremony, but recently, it had become almost impossible to find someone in the academy who didn’t know about him.

Not only was he involved in various incidents, but he was also close with the saintess candidate, with Rosalia being the first to approach him without reservation.

Additionally, he always hung around Agnes Duchy’s heir, forming a peculiar atmosphere, and maintained a good relationship with the hero chosen by the holy sword and his childhood friend, the second rank class president.

With these five forming a club, it was only natural for rumors to spread, especially with Roxanna trying to join. Rumors beget more rumors, and naturally, rumors about Roxanna had also spread.

“What’s your goal?”

“…Excuse me?”

“I asked why you are making such persistent efforts to join that club. Are you making me repeat myself?”

The Crown Prince finally took his eyes off the documents. His blood-red eyes, directed at Roxanna, exuded a murderous intent that she had never seen before.

‘Is this really something to get so angry about?’

Something seemed suspicious. Trusting the rapport she had built up until now, Roxanna decided to probe the source of these emotions a bit further.

“…May I dare to ask why Your Highness is so interested in my affairs?”

“The reason, you say.”

The documents in his hand dropped onto the desk as the Crown Prince stood up. Their eyes met, and the distance between their bodies slowly diminished.

“If your actions are driven by a passion not for the club but for a particular individual…”

The Crown Prince, now standing right in front of Roxanna, crossed his arms. His long eyelashes came into view.

“Your remaining time here is going to be extremely difficult.”

‘…What? Is he involved with Mira Crate too?’

Roxanna was now certain. This was jealousy. The kind of jealousy only a woman could feel towards another woman eyeing what was hers. All the emotions a succubus could detect were clearly conveyed to her.

He hadn’t been like this before, but he changed after getting involved with Mira Crate. The Crown Prince, first in line for the imperial succession, had changed.

‘This might actually be…’

An opportunity. A thought crossed Roxanna’s mind. If she could brainwash Mira Crate and use him to cloud the Crown Prince’s judgment, then the entire empire could fall into the hands of the succubi. She might even receive personal commendation from the Demon Lord.

Even the truth about the Crown Prince’s real gender was valuable enough to exploit.

‘Good. This is worth reporting.’

Roxanna knew she couldn’t make such a significant decision on her own. She needed to inform the Queen and plan together. There was also the condition that she needed to successfully brainwash Mira Crate first.

“Of course, it’s because of the club. Haven’t you seen how they’ve decorated their club room?”

Having made her decision, Roxanna immediately began to make excuses. For now, avoiding the Crown Prince’s suspicion was her priority.

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“Hm…”

“What’s with that look?”

“Feeling uneasy because things have been peaceful for four days?”

“…Sometimes I think you’re not normal either. Feeling uneasy because things are peaceful? What’s that about?”

“You know, like in horror movies where they say, ‘It’s too quiet here.’ It feels like that.”

Rosalia seemed to be convinced for a moment but then made a face as if realizing, ‘Am I really buying this?’ I thought I had explained it well, but apparently not.

We had done everything we could, and from now on, it was a matter of prayer. Praying that those demons would invade within the bounds of common sense.

Of course, it was natural to be uneasy when you never knew when or where something might explode.

“It’s not entirely unreasonable, but… you say the strangest things.”

“I totally get it. Because Mira, it’s you saying it.”

Priscilla, who had been quietly clinging to me, suddenly interjected. Then she smirked at Rosalia with one corner of her mouth raised.

The two of them started bickering again. It was our club as usual.

“…Sigh. I should just keep quiet. Oh, right. Mira, are you going there?”

As usual, Rosalia, who lost the argument, turned her trembling gaze to me. Priscilla buried her face in my arms with a satisfied expression.

“Where do you mean?”

“The dungeon practice. This midterm exam is for three days and two nights, so they said they’d let us do a practical experience instead of a lecture to prepare for it.”

I thought I knew what was going on. Brynhild and Aria had come to me asking to form a group together. So, this time, when we asked if the three of us could form a group, the professor said we’d find out in due time.

“We have to go. It’s an overall evaluation, but it’s beyond what Priscilla can help with.”

“I figured. Priscilla, how about you? You won’t be able to see Mira for almost three days, so why not practice being apart now?”

“I’m coming along.”

“…Coming along? You? To a first-year lecture? How?”

“I have the Erasure Magic, so I can use that and follow. I’ve confirmed the professors can’t detect it yet.”

“You’re something else. With that determination, you could…never mind. You’re already top of the class, so it’s fine.”

It seemed Rosalia had given up on Priscilla. Priscilla looked triumphant.

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To cut to the chase, Priscilla’s plan didn’t work out. The dungeon entrance itself was a teleportation portal. Someone as skilled as Professor Jaina could easily notice an extra person teleporting. It was also impossible to teleport separately since we didn’t know the dungeon’s spatial coordinates. As a result, Priscilla ended up crying in my bed.

I threw a few clothes at Priscilla, who was sulking in bed, and headed to the location Professor Jaina mentioned with my usual companions. Most of the first-year students were already there, their numbers significant.

Rosalia was with Professor Jaina, ready to intervene in case of severe injuries.

“Since you’re here, I assume you’ve read the notice, so I’ll just summarize. This is an artificial dungeon created by archmages. Go in and destroy the dungeon core. Once the core is destroyed, you’ll return here immediately. It’s designed to take about 8 hours, so be prepared.” “Are all of us going in together? That would make forming groups pointless.”

Someone raised a hand and asked. Jaina looked at the student as if they were absurd.

“Do you think archmages wouldn’t consider that? You’ll be in different spaces even though it’s the same place, so you won’t see or interfere with each other. Don’t worry about that. The traps also operate separately in each space. They wouldn’t be called archmages for nothing.” The students murmured in amazement, knowing how difficult it was to superimpose different spaces in the same location.

After finishing her explanation, Jaina sent the students into the dungeon one by one. Our group was last. When Aria, Brynhild, and I stood before the teleportation magic circle, Professor Jaina gave us a meaningful smile.

“Do you know why I allowed the three of you to form a group?”

“…No?”

Brynhild shook her head. Jaina’s smile grew even more mysterious.

“When I told the archmages about you, they suggested making the dungeon’s structure particularly difficult for your group. If this were an exam, fairness would be an issue, but there’s no such worry now. They were curious about your abilities and put a lot of effort into designing it. It will probably be very tough.”

Given that an archmage put effort into it and the professor herself said it would be very tough, I wondered just how difficult it would be. Brynhild, seemingly excited by the challenge, fiddled with her sacred sword at her waist, while Aria looked the opposite.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be watching over you. Besides, we have a saint candidate here. Do you want me to tell you the structure of the dungeon you’ll be entering?”

“Yes, please.”

Aria respectfully clasped her hands and requested. Professor Jaina’s smile softened even more as she began to speak.

“The commanders of the Demon King’s army will appear. From the 1st to the 7th commanders, all of them.”

“…”

Brynhild, who had been burning with competitive spirit, suddenly stiffened.