Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

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“You’ve been hailed as a savior all this time, only to betray us! Do you think the heavens will forgive you? What did we do wrong?”

“What? Savior? Praised? Hah, if anyone shouldn’t be saying that, it’s you idiots. Did you ever listen to anything I asked for? When I said we should teach magic to talented commoners, who refused, saying magic was a privilege for nobles? When I taught healing magic to save as many as possible, who executed the soldier for blasphemy? Then, when our secret teachings started showing results, who pretended to allow it out of kindness and took credit?”

“That… That was only natural! Magic is the noble—”

“Shut up. I’m not done yet. Sure, if that was all, I would have endured. Despite what you said, basic magic became usable by soldiers, not because of morons like you, but because of me. And I tolerated your boasting about improved soldier efficiency while still disparaging commoners using magic… But then…”

“…You shouldn’t have crossed the line, you bastards.”

“What do you mean, crossed the line?”

“Are you pretending not to know, or do you really not know? Well, it doesn’t matter. You must have heard, right? The woman you killed because people followed her more than you idiots hiding in the palace. We went to ambush the enemy’s detachment, only to be ambushed ourselves. Who do you think set that up, huh?”

“We knew nothing! How could we have known they were lying in wait?”

“No, you knew. There’s a butler, isn’t there? I dug into his mind and found out. That bastard had committed all sorts of atrocities. It’s laughable. So many lives were sacrificed to protect scum like you, while we were dying on the front lines, and you were doing such vile things behind our backs.”

“You saw memories? That’s forbidden magic used by demons! Betraying us by consorting with demons is—”

“Shut your damn mouth!”

“Aaaah! My neck! My neck!”

“You should never have touched her, you bastards! Killing her just because people followed her more than you? Do you know why the frontline held together? Because she kept the soldiers’ morale up! And you killed her in a trap!”

“That’s not true, savior! She tried to rebel! She gave unsolicited advice to the king and tried to kill us nobles! We nobles bleed with the commoners and— urk?!”

“Are you now defiling the name of someone who’s already dead? Even though you knew that the nobles who fought alongside commoners all died, unlike you who hid in the palace to save yourselves?”

“Blood! Blood! Guards! Where are the guards?! Kill this traitor! The savior has betrayed us! Guards!”

“I’m… I’m not the damn savior. I just… I just want to go home. I fought for over ten years. Isn’t that enough? I was dragged here while reading a novel and did my best. But what about you? While I was losing friends and comrades, earning nothing but an empty title, what were you doing? Indulging in luxury and decadence, or planning to side with the demons?”

“Do not come near! What do you intend to do with us?”

“I made a deal with the Demon King. If I help them win this war, they promised to send me back to my world. You wouldn’t understand. Only one person knew, and the Demon King found out from the body of that person. I asked for the body back, but it had decomposed. Isn’t that funny? Laugh. Why aren’t you laughing?”

“Stay back! Don’t come— Aaaaah!”

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“The promise was different! You said you’d send me back to my original world! But…… then why…….”

“I told you. To make us win the war. Only when you die will we truly win.”

“……were you lying?”

“Not a lie. From now on, you will bring salvation to the remaining humans, and in return, the Goddess will return you to your world. Look at the millions of humans that cover the plains, their eyes filled with tears, their hands clutching their weapons, their mouths begging you to die. You are the one who can bring salvation to all of them with your sacrifice. It would be the last thing worthy of the title of saviour.”

“……Don’t laugh. Don’t be ridiculous. Why the hell do I have to do this…… why do I have to be in this position…… why do I have to…….”

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“Oh dear, did none survive? Why is that? I didn’t brainwash or control them. Did you kill the hundreds of thousands of humans begging you to sacrifice yourself? Couldn’t you hear their cries? I wonder if your actions suit the title of savior.”

“Not like you would’ve let them live. Isn’t that right.”

“I intended to keep them alive, using them as livestock for our food. I don’t lie. That too is survival.”

“…See? You never intended to keep your word.”

“Hmm? Why raise your weapon? What do you plan to do? You’re the only human left besides our livestock. Do you intend to fight our army alone?”

“What do you think I plan to do? It’s obvious.”

“The thing I’m best at.”

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Sunlight shone into my eyes, bringing me back from my memories to reality. The last words I had said echoed in my mind. I instinctively checked my right hand, where my eternal blade gleamed. My wrist veins bulged, and my palm turned white from gripping too tightly.

‘Of all times…’

I dispelled the blade and stood up, feeling filthy. Why did I have to dream that now? My mouth felt bitter. Any thoughts about how to train Brynhild would have to wait.

“Mm… is it morning already, Mira?” Priscilla, who had been sleeping beside me, rose. She wore an unbuttoned white shirt, black lingerie underneath.

Humans are creatures of habit. Initially, I was startled by her presence, but now it didn’t faze me. It just meant we fell asleep together again.

“Are you okay? You don’t look good.”

“I’m f—”

I stopped myself from lying. There was no point pretending I was okay. Those deeply buried memories had resurfaced. No one could be fine after that.

“…No, I don’t think I am.”

Priscilla, surprised by my response, widened her eyes and pulled me into an embrace. My head nestled between her breasts, and her arms wrapped warmly around me.

“Then let’s stay like this until you are.”

Priscilla’s magic caused the blanket to fly over us, wrapping us snugly. The air inside quickly warmed, and I could feel the beads of sweat forming in her cleavage.

“Shall we skip lectures again today?”

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“Wow, you’re really popular. How many is this?”

“They all sent gifts after I refused their visits.”

“I’m glad I didn’t come empty-handed. Here, a present for you.”

“What is it? Flowers?”

“Giving money feels insincere, and I don’t think you need it. Unless you have something specific you want.”

“Nothing. Flowers are enough. They’re much better than those overwhelming gifts.”

“Right? I have a good eye. I’ll put these by the window, so take care of them. If they wither, no problem, I’ll get you more.”

Rosalia placed the vase on the windowsill and approached the pile of gifts on the table, sifting through them. They were all sent after people heard I was taking a break from lecturing due to illness. Among them were gifts from the Chairman, Ingrid, the crown prince, and the Sword Saint. I hadn’t bothered to check the senders of the other dozens of gifts. They were probably from people trying to establish some connection with me. Regardless of what I did with their gifts, they had to bow down to me.

“What’s this from the Sword Saint? Diluted elixir? Isn’t this from the royal palace?”

I had the same thought when I first saw it. It made sense for the other three to send gifts since they were at the academy, but I had no idea how the Sword Saint knew to send this. Perhaps there’s a spy in the academy.

I also received a gift from Roxanna, which I planned to throw away, but after checking it, I found it was just a simple fruit basket. Maybe she was trying to get closer to me, so I decided to play along, pretend to be friendly, and expose her true intentions later.

“But what made you sick enough to skip lectures?”

“Sickness was an excuse. I just felt down.”

“…How down were you?”

I debated whether to tell them but decided there was no need to hide it. They weren’t the type to blab secrets.

“I had a dream.”

“A dream? What kind?”

“Of my first world.”

“Uh… um, I see.” Rosalia responded awkwardly. Probably because I had intentionally avoided talking about the first possession until now.

“Honestly, at that time, I was really worn out too. After fighting for over ten years, the war showed no signs of ending and we were actually starting to lose ground. All my close comrades and friends had died, the capable nobles were all dead, and the ones in charge were just incompetent idiots. It was truly like living in a nightmare scenario.”

As I continued speaking, not only Rosalia but also Priscilla perked up their ears and listened intently.

“I was so exhausted that I foolishly accepted a deal. The demons said that if I helped them win the war, they would send me back to my original world. So I pretended to advocate for continued fighting while secretly killing off the incompetent leaders who were only thinking about how to surrender while maintaining their power, and then I surrendered.”

“…You were betrayed.”

They seemed to understand what kind of betrayal I had faced. I nodded bitterly.

“They armed the humans they had captured as prisoners and sent them at me, saying that if I sacrificed myself for those humans, the goddess would be moved and send me back to my original world… but who would believe that? I ended up killing all those people who begged me to die for them, killed the demons who betrayed me, and even killed the demon king. When I came to my senses, I was the only one left in the world.”

The people the demons claimed to have kept as livestock for future use were all dead when I went to find them. Those who had managed to survive by eating the corpses didn’t last long either. Whether they died of starvation or from other causes, it was clear they had suffered a lot.

“…”

“…”

Priscilla and Rosalia were at a loss for words, looking utterly shocked by my harrowing tale. I let out a bitter laugh.

“Well, that’s the story. It’s not something I like to talk about, and it’s not a pleasant memory to dredge up, but given the situation… And you two aren’t exactly strangers, are you?”

“I appreciate you telling us, but…”

They both still seemed uneasy.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s all in the past. I’m not looking for an apology or anything. Let’s not let this bring the mood down.”

I had found a way to cope. Dwelling on past traumas wouldn’t do any good, so I forced myself to forget and move on. I knew it wasn’t easy, but it had worked for me. I had been able to live normally until this dream brought everything back. In a few more hours, I would probably be fine again.

“Still…”

Despite my reassurances, Rosalia seemed to wrestle with her thoughts, then finally made a decision. She grabbed the hem of her turtleneck and cautiously pulled it down, revealing a silver-colored bra barely containing her ample chest.

“Do you… want to touch my chest?”

“…Why?”

I responded incredulously, and Priscilla, who had been clinging to me worriedly, shot Rosaria a sharp look. Not that it made much difference, considering Priscilla was still in her nightwear.

“I mean, I heard that men feel better when they touch breasts? And mine are really big, so they should be fun to touch… Maybe this isn’t the right way to put it…”

“How about putting on some proper clothes, you exhibitionist?”

“What? Exhibitionist? Hey! I’m just trying to help! Give me back my concern!”