Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“You want me to find a way to break the Demon Sword? Why?”

Elysier didn’t answer, but instead, she drew a vertical red line in the air, and a crude, rock-like sword appeared from it. The Demon King gripped the hilt.

As soon as the Demon Sword appeared, a sticky aura filled the room. Priscilla, too, seemed to be affected, as she curled up like a baby. Mira stroked her cheek to calm her down.

Suddenly, there was a murderous aura, but it didn’t seem to be Elysier’s intention. The aura subsided only after Elysier gripped the hilt so hard that her palm turned white.

“Do you remember when I told you that this sword was spewing its own murderous aura at the Hero?”

Mira nodded. That was why Brynhild had panicked and even hyperventilated.

“Ever since then, I’ve been hearing its voice. Or, to be precise, something like a thought is echoing in my head.”

“Thought? What does it say?”

“It said that a coward who backs down in front of the Hero is not worthy of being called a Demon King. It also said that I don’t have the qualifications to wield it.”

“Does the sword have a will of its own? Is it Ego Sword or something?”

At Mira’s joke, Elysier snorted.

“It’s not a wrong statement. The one inside this body is not the Demon King Elysier, but just a reincarnator.”

“Well, I understand. So, you want me to find a way to break it because of that voice?”

“There’s one more reason. It might even be a more important reason. It’s because it mentions a being that is qualified to possess it.”

Elysier frowned. The Demon Sword in her hand trembled. It seemed that the sword was not listening to her at all.

“It said that it would inform the Demon God of my existence, condemn me, and establish a new Demon King.”

“……Demon God?”

It was a term Mira had never heard before. And it seemed that Elysier hadn’t heard of it either.

“It’s a concept that neither you nor I know. I’ve heard of the existence of a Goddess in this world, but I’ve never heard of a Demon God. Judging from the name, it’s probably the god of the demons, or the opposite of the Goddess. But at least, it doesn’t exist in my memory.”

If it wasn’t in Elysier’s memory, it meant that it wasn’t a concept that appeared in the original novel. After all, the end of the three reincarnators and the beginning of the next cycle was the death of the Demon King.

“Whether it’s true or just a threat, I don’t know. But if there’s even a one in a thousand chance that it’s true, it’s not a situation I want to be involved in. So, just in case, I asked you to find a way to break it. If its body is shattered into pieces, It won’t be able to contact the Demon God.”

Mira fell into deep thought. First of all, he had to put aside the matter of the Demon God or whatever it was, but he couldn’t think of a way to break the Demon Sword. It was definitely not going to break with any ordinary impact.

It was broken when the Demon King died, so it might be possible with the Holy Sword, but he wasn’t sure. And there was no way he was going to test it by putting Elysier in a near-death situation.

“You don’t have to worry about being pressed for time and thinking. I’m not such a weak woman that I can’t even bear such a voice.”

Elysier smiled lightly at Mira’s worried expression.

“Since then, It has consistently asked the Demon God to condemn me, but since I’m still fine, it’s probably a lie. Don’t take it too seriously.”

“But it’s better to break it as soon as possible, isn’t it? No matter how small the chance is, we can’t just ignore it. I’ll think about it as much as I can.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

Elysier smiled a little brighter.

I thought the conversation was over, but Elysier, who had put the Demon Sword into the red space, was still glancing at Mira instead of returning to her room.

“Why? Is there something else you want to say?”

“It’s…… no. Can you come to my side for a moment?”

Mira handed Priscilla the pillow he had been sleeping on instead of his lap and got up. He walked right up to her. Elysier cast a soundproof spell nearby.

“Do you remember when we first met, when you punched me in the face?”

“Of course I remember. How could I forget?”

It was a meeting that was shocking in many ways, as he couldn’t even imagine that Elysier was a reincarnator at the time. Every conversation was confusing.

Elysier, with a reddened face, stroked the spot where she had been punched and continued.

“I don’t know how it will sound, but the sensation I felt when you hit me is still unforgettable. It felt like electricity running through my body, and fireworks exploding in my head.”

“……?”

While Mira was wondering how to react, Elysier’s cheeks turned even redder.

“When I went back to my room after meeting you, I punched myself in the face hundreds of times…… But no matter how much pain I inflicted on myself, I couldn’t recreate the sensation I felt then. So, I have a favor to ask, my lord. Can you hit me again?”

“……”

“Ma, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to punch my face. It’s fine as long as it’s a place where I can feel pain. For example…… that, well.”

Elysier lifted the hem of her clothes slightly. It was the casual clothes she had picked up to avoid arousing suspicion from Beatrice and Nika.

Her rock-hard abs and cute belly button were revealed, but Elysier didn’t stop there. She pulled down her pants slightly, revealing her lower abdomen and the sides of her hips.

“I, you can hit me here……”

“……”

Mira covered his forehead with a throbbing headache.

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‘Here like this, and there……’

Late at night, Roxanne entered an underground space. It was a place where the core of the defense magic circle, which tightly surrounded Bellium Academy, was located.

The area was surrounded by dozens of detection and defense magic spells set up by the Chairman himself, but Roxanne was not affected by any of them.

It was thanks to the ‘Whispering Ring of the Night’ on the index finger of her left hand.

‘It’s amazing.’

Roxanne admired the performance of the ring as the detection magic periodically scanned her body.

Publicly, it was known simply as an artifact that made the wearer’s body darker. But its true value was revealed when night fell and darkness came.

The moment darkness fell, the ring made the wearer immune to all magical concepts.

Attack magic passed through the target’s body, detection magic failed to find intruders, and even high-level magic became utterly useless.

On top of that, the ring covered the wearer’s body with darkness, providing a perfect disguise. It truly deserved to be called a holy relic.

‘That’s why it was so well hidden.’

The true performance of the ring was only passed down from Pope to Pope in a one-to-one manner, and externally, it was only known to make the wearer darker.

‘Good, now all I have to do is change this…… done.’

Roxanne, who had finished manipulating the core without any interference, left the underground space with a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, she didn’t forget to erase the traces of breaking through the physical defense facilities. That was something Roxanne could easily do with her power.

‘How did she come up with such an idea?’

It was all the Queen’s insight. The very walls that protected the Academy would become bombs, and even the Black Dragon would never have imagined it.

Considering that the strength of the defense shield is usually increased when someone attacks from the outside, it would be even more fatal. The stronger the defense shield, the wider the explosion radius.

‘This time, no matter what that guy does, he won’t be able to do anything.’

Roxanne shuddered as she remembered Astaroth, who had almost had a hysterical fit because her plan had been interfered with by Mira Crate.

The hysteria had caused dozens of succubi to suffer severe injuries, with six of them permanently losing their value as succubi.

If her plan failed again because of that guy, who knew what would happen.

‘This plan must succeed, no matter what.’

Roxanne, determined, headed towards her dormitory. This plan had to succeed, no matter what.

At any cost.

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“You’ve worked hard, Beatrice.”

“I’ve only done what I should.”

“You’ve worked hard too, Nika.”

“I, I’ve only done what I should as a maid.”

We left the mansion on Monday morning. Beatrice and Nika, who had served us for two full days, saw us off to the dimensional gate and then returned to their home.

Following Elysier’s advice, Mira didn’t tell Nika that she was the next candidate for the Succubus Queen. He didn’t want to trigger anything unnecessarily.

Instead, he told Priscilla and Rosalia everything. When she heard that Nika was actually of the Succubus Queen’s bloodline, Rosalia said it was a shame that she hadn’t gotten it.

“So, you’re not going to give it to me. It’s a shame.”

“Don’t say unnecessary things.”

Elysier, who still couldn’t let go of her desire, looked at Mira with longing eyes as they parted ways. She didn’t ask for anything else, probably because she knew it was a strange request.

He knew she had a strange preference, having gone through 89 regressions herself. Priscilla was so overwhelming with her 450 years of repetition that hers seemed relatively small, but he could understand it.

Understanding it and listening to it were two different things, though.

“……Hmm?”

As soon as they returned to the Academy through the dimensional gate, they felt an unusual atmosphere. The main gate was bustling in several ways. Rosalia tilted her head.

“What’s going on? What’s the fuss about?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to see for ourselves.”

As they stood there, confused, students rushed towards them.

“Saint Candidate!”

“Are you really going back to the Pope’s Palace?”

Rosalia, who was surrounded by students, calmed them down as they bombarded her with questions. It seemed that they were worried about Rosalia returning to the Pope’s Palace.

‘That issue was settled last time.’

Why was that issue coming up again?

“Ah! Mira!”

Aria pushed her way through the crowd and approached them. Brynhild was nowhere to be seen. It was a good opportunity to ask.

“What’s going on all of a sudden? Why is it so noisy? Where’s Brynhild?”

“She’s with the Starlight Order’s Holy Knights.”

“The Holy Knights? The ones in the Pope’s Palace? Why are they here?”

The Pope had given up on the Saint Candidate after his son died.

“The Pope ordered me to bring the Saint Candidate.”