Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

Even after I had fully recovered and stood up, Brynhild was still blushing. When our eyes met, she turned her head away.

There was nothing I could do about that. I had to wait for time to solve it.

‘I should change my clothes first, huh?’

No matter how good the Elixir was, it couldn’t regenerate clothes. The uniform was torn to shreds where the sword had pierced it, and it was in no condition to be worn.

The bloodstains, which looked like they had been splattered with red paint, covered his entire body, and the droplets of blood that were still falling from his pant legs were an added bonus.

‘……I guess that reaction was understandable.’

There was a puddle, wide enough that my feet would make a splashing sound if I stepped in it, centered around where he had been leaning against the wall.

I could understand why Brynhild had panicked and ignored my words. His right arm was severed, his left half was torn off, and his body was in tatters.

He looked like she could have died from blood loss at any moment, so it was understandable that he seemed weak and unable to speak properly.

“Brynhild.”

“Yeah?! Oh, yeah?!”

I couldn’t stay like this forever. I called out to Brynhild, who was still turning away. She answered with a surprised voice, still keeping her head turned.

I picked up the Holy Sword that had fallen nearby and held out the hilt. It was fortunate that only the Hero could wield it, or else the atmosphere would have been a bit awkward.

“Let’s get moving. We can’t stay here forever, can we?”

“Yeah! Let’s go! You can move now that you’re healed!”

Brynhild turned her body and started walking with stiff movements.

“……Why are you moving your arms and legs together?”

Her arms and legs were moving in sync. It seemed that she was still quite affected by what had just happened. I watched her with a puzzled expression and then hurriedly followed her.

After that, Brynhild continued to display bizarre behaviors.

She kept walking forward instead of turning to the side, almost bumping her head into the wall, tripping over a rock, and getting lost even though the right path was right next to her.

It was my job to take care of her. I blocked her with my hand just before she bumped into the wall, caught her as she was about to trip over a rock, and helped her up, and guided her to the right path.

But her stiff body refused to relax.

“Brynhild.”

“Huh?! No! I wasn’t thinking about kissing you!”

“……Why don’t you snap out of it now? We’ll be outside soon.”

As I said, a breeze was blowing from somewhere. It was a sign that we were getting closer to the outside.

The problem was that I couldn’t let Brynhild out in this state. She would undoubtedly make all sorts of mistakes in front of people, and for the sake of her image, that couldn’t happen.

‘When we get out, there will probably be another incident.’

If Ibrante and Elysier had successfully carried out their tasks, the whole city would be in an uproar. Of course, in our favor.

It was a great opportunity to give the Starlight Sect a big, juicy slap in the face.

“The Hero has returned! The Hero is back!”

Fortunately, Brynhild and I, who had finally come to our senses as we approached the exit, were greeted by the cheers of hundreds of people as we stepped outside.

Brynhild looked puzzled. The lord of this region approached us with a relieved expression.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re safe, Hero. And the person next to you……”

The viscount flinched at the sight of my gruesome appearance but quickly regained his composure, befitting a noble.

When he tried to send for a potion worried for me, I stopped him, saying that I was already fine because I had drunk the Elixir, so he soon accepted it.

The viscount immediately took us to his mansion in his carriage, and on the way, we could feel the city in an uproar.

All the shops were closed, and there wasn’t a single mouse on the streets except for the soldiers. Even the patrolling soldiers looked tense.

“What happened?”

“The Demon King appeared in the city. I’ll explain the details when we get back to the mansion.”

“……The Demon King?”

Brynhild, who had just fought the Demon King a while ago, was surprised and asked, but the viscount closed his mouth, saying he would explain when we got to the mansion.

Soon after, Brynhild and I, who had taken a bath and rested a little, went to see the viscount. As we sat on the sofa in the audience room, he sighed heavily.

“After you headed to the dungeon, Hero, the Demon King appeared in front of the temple and said this: ‘The Hero was a worthless piece of shit.’

“……”

Brynhild’s face stiffened. She seemed to remember how Elysier had mocked her before she disappeared. The viscount hurriedly tried to change the subject.

“Saying that, They made her move for such a trivial matter, so she would punish them by skinning a priest alive. The priest was screaming with his skin peeled off. We had to end his life.”

It seemed that he had gone to the temple right after we left, and because he had spent time as the Demon King, he had done it quite brutally.

“The only casualty was the priest, but the mere appearance of the Demon King was already beyond my ability to handle, so…… I first reported to the Imperial Palace, controlled the access to the temple, and then headed to the dungeon to confirm your safety.”

Brynhild still looked confused, not understanding the situation. I decided to help her a little.

“If I think about it, it was suspicious from the beginning.”

“What was suspicious?”

“We didn’t go through the official procedures to come here. We just came to buy some desserts. How did they know and welcome us?”

“……Hmm?”

Only then did Brynhild realize the suspicious points.

It was probably the work of the Succubus Queen, who had received a report from Roxanna, but the Succubus Queen probably didn’t plan anything beyond putting surveillance on us.

If the Demon King hadn’t appeared, the high-ranking priest would have come out to greet us himself, and he could have made up any excuse for that.

If the Demon King hadn’t appeared.

But the high-ranking priest, who would have made up an excuse, died in the dungeon, and the Demon King appeared and directly exposed that there was something between the Demons and the priests.

It was obvious that something was amiss, and since I had Ibrante spread the evidence of that, the truth would be revealed in no time.

All the evidence was fabricated, but who cared? These people were so rotten that even the original Hero would have given up on them.

‘at this point, the evidence should be found……’

“Your Excellency!”

As soon as I thought of that, a knight opened the door to the audience room and knelt down urgently. The knight held up what he was holding in his hand high.

“What’s the matter? I’m in the middle of a conversation with the Hero.”

“I had to interrupt because there’s something you absolutely must see!”

“Hmm……”

The viscount’s expression distorted as he unfolded the paper, which had a pattern on the outside, indicating that it was the evidence I had manipulated and planted.

Ibrante must have completed her mission and returned.

‘So, how much did she take from the storeroom?’

The additional payment I offered for this request was unlimited access to the treasure vault of the Starlight Sect’s temple. I told her the location of the treasure vault and how to break in, and told them to take as much as they wanted.

Most of the property was illegal and not recorded in the ledger, so it didn’t matter how much she took. It was non-existent property to begin with.

The rest would be confiscated by the state anyway.

“Why?”

“It’s…… It’s just that it’s too shocking for me to tell you with my own mouth, Hero. Here, read it yourself.”

Brynhild, who read the evidence the viscount gave her, made the same expression. As she read the contents, her already strange expression became even more rigid.

“Why are you making that face when you read it?”

“……You’ll know when you read it.”

When I pretended not to know, Brynhild gestured for me to come closer.

Because of our sitting positions, it was awkward to move in any direction, so I hesitated for a moment, and Brynhild gathered her hair and tossed it over her right shoulder. Her white nape was exposed.

“Over here.”

I leaned towards her left shoulder as she wanted. A refreshing peppermint scent wafted from her blue hair.

-I have received the letter you sent, and as you said, I have burned it to ashes. The Hero is coming

The letter was cut off at ‘The Hero is coming,’ but that alone was enough to be considered evidence.

A letter that contains too much information in one page or allows you to grasp the whole context is bound to be suspicious.

I smiled inwardly. The Starlight Sect in this region was completely finished. Queen would be happy about this. No one would know who the traitor was, so she wouldn’t be blamed.

Who would guess that the traitor was the Demon King?

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“Haaah…… This isn’t even a warm-up. Humans are so pathetic.”

Astaroth moved her neck to swallow the last of her prey’s energy and sat up. There were almost a hundred men lying around her, their bodies dried up and twisted.

At first, she had intended to suck the energy from only five of them, but none of them could withstand her three times, so the number kept increasing until it reached this point.

Every single one of them was in a state where they would die soon even if they received treatment now, but Astaroth didn’t care at all.

“Pope! Pope, where are you?!”

“Yes! Your Majesty! I’m here now!”

Astaroth shouted impatiently. An old man, wearing a shabby, aged robe, knelt before her, contrasting with her elaborate attire.

Her right foot, covered by high heels, kicked the pope’s face. The pope fell backwards and then knelt again, his face covered in blood, still bowing his head.

“Hey, you! Why aren’t you managing your underlings properly? Because of you, I’ve been scolded by the Demon King so many times!”

“Keuheok! I’m sorry! Queen! Keuheok! Forgive……”

The pope was mercilessly trampled by the back heel of the high heels. His decrepit body was instantly mangled. Astaroth stopped her movements only when the pope was in a miserable state.

“Did you find out who sent the letter?”

“Not yet, ugh. I haven’t found out yet.”

“These useless bastards……”

Astaroth, who had been terribly tortured for being moved by such a useless matter by the Demon King, naturally caused a commotion to find out who sent the letter.

Of course, it was a futile effort since the letter itself was manipulated by the Demon King.

But Astaroth, who didn’t know that the reincarnator Elysier had tormented her out of his pent-up frustration, was desperate to find the sender within the organization.

“If you don’t know, you’ll have to pay the price. All the ones sent to that side, have their wombs extracted and thrown to the goblins. Don’t let them out until I say I’m done.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The succubus standing behind bowed her head. It was an order to never let them out until she said she was done, but in reality, it was as good as forever.

For example, a succubus who had her womb extracted about 700 years ago for committing a heinous crime was still not pardoned.

She had not had an orgasm or absorbed energy for 700 years, so she was now a mentally collapsed meat bag, even ignored by the orcs.

But even then, Astaroth’s anger wasn’t satisfied. She glared down at the pope for a while.

“……That should do it. Hey, you. Didn’t you want to take revenge on that guy last time?”

“Yes? Yes! Yes, I do!”

“Try it. I’ll give you as many of our people as you want. But if you fail, consider your neck gone. No, I’ll cut off that dickhead of yours first.”

In fact, the pope had wanted to take revenge as soon as he heard that Alexander was dead. Queen had told him not to, so he had been holding back.

But now, the situation was different. Astaroth clenched her teeth.

“Mira Crate…… Let’s see who wins in the end.”

Ever since the Hero and Mira Crate were found together, Astaroth’s mind had been almost certain that this whole thing was a plot orchestrated by that man.

How? By what means? Who cares? It was obvious that he had done it.

If she had thought about it a little, she would have realized that the evidence was too flimsy, but the failures that had accumulated over and over again clouded Astaroth’s judgment.

Of course, it was true that Mira Crate had plotted it.