I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

The Town of Highbur, a fishing town northwest of the Kingdom of Lumbrica was a small town that enjoyed the protection of the royal kingdom thanks to its high number of non-combat professionals.

Most people utilized the System created by the goddess of casualties, Mayura. It was a level-up based system where experience points were obtained throigh various means for non-combatants. While non-combatants could earn points from killing, it was a more challenging task, leading to alternative leveling-up methods.

As a result, it was common to see a Level 70 Baker,a Level 50 Musician, or even a Level 90 Fisherman. It varied.

Highbur Town significantly contributed to the number of non-combatants specialists each year, performing tasks such as blacksmithing, cooking, alchemy, research and more.

They contribute to society in ways that combatants never could, thus maintaining an equilibrium.

The town of Highbur was a large, unremarkable town, consisting of three districts surrounding the central Colosseum.

Long pillars reaching the sky stood tall at different intervals indicating the districts.

South of the Colosseum, lay the high-tier district. Here, most households had at least three individuals that had an average Level of seventy.

It included both non-combatants and combatants. Though the former were more.

The buildings were mostly bright oak wood, with marbled streets and well spaced houses. Trees stood tall at distinctive intervals and the expressions of its occupants were buzzing with life.

Some of the occupants here held low noble status but that didn't mean they weren't of nobility.

Southwest and west districts formed the mid-tier district. Here, at least five individuals from each household had an average level of fifty. This also included combatants and non-combatants, the latter being more.

The buildings were similar to those in the South but smaller. While it's streets were marbled, they weren't as well–maintained with minor damages noticable at different intervals.

The occupants were not of nobility, except for those demoted from the high-tier district. Nevertheless, it was a safe and bustling environment.

Lastly, North and East of the Colosseum lay the Low-tier district, otherwise known as the slums. It was mostly occupied by low level fishermen and other non-combatant classes.

The buildings were poorly maintained and the streets were disoriented, making it impossible for Carriages to pass through.

It was a dangerous environment where criminals gathered, and a lot of underground activities were rampart. Some unknown even to the Kingdom.

Towards the Northeast was the vast sea, the main site of the fishermen and a port that traveled throughout the continent.

Tall concrete pillars stood at distinctive intervals, separating the districts, and were guarded by combatant Soldier

The Colosseum stood in the middle of this chaos, its glory casting shadows to the buildings towards the Northern district. It was the pride of the town, a symbol of awe and reverence that had stood even during the time of the Demonic Age.

Currently, two individuals gazed downwards from an open window.

One was a blue-haired girl, with sparkling blue eyes, radiating an aura of innocence dancing elegantly around her, surrounding her with an aura of gentle beauty. Her smile had an illuminating brightness, captivating the heart of those around her and her beauty though, captivating blend of her sisters' qualities made her irresistible to those around her.

And the other, a slightly tall young boy, with striking white hair and pale, almost translucent eyes that gave the impression of blindness. Yet, beneath this deceptive exterior lay a profound intensity, commanding respect and reverence. He had fair, alabaster skin just like his sisters and lean, athletic build were evident despite his attire, exuding a quiet confidence.

A dignified aura swirled around him, making him impossible to ignore.

They were currently engaged in a conversation, their gazes sometimes wandering around the Northern district.

"The EYE OF THE GODS lets me see the future and perform other tasks…though it is entirely out of my control". She said, her tone laced with disappointment.

"you haven't been able to master the use of your traits ?" Raph asked, his right eyebrow arched as he turned towards her.

She sighed. "I haven't. You guys sometimes receive pointers from our forefathers who once had the ability in the form of a vision, right ?" She asked, placing her hands under her chin.

"Yes, every now and then. But what matters is constant practice…how about your other trait ?" He asked, turning away once again.

"Well, that one works normally and I do get pointers for it, I've mastered it to a significant level but…"

"...You want to be in control of the other ?" Raph asked, completing her sentence or what he thought she was about to say.

She nodded in response.

"I have seen a few dreams of our family and even the Kingdom….though the future keeps changing, and fate is being twisted, as if someone is intervening". Her voice was laced with worry and her brows furrowed. She bit her lips, contemplating on her words.

But Raph though, Raph couldn't bring himself to show a reaction. After all, he had an idea of who could be changing the future. Say, an individual who died, regressed to the past and decided to change things. The course of fate would indeed get twisted as a result. And that individual happened to be him.

Not to mention, She never had the ability of foresight in his past life because no one could convince her to go through the trial. But this time, he did a good job at it and she just happened to obtain a rather annoying one. At least it was out of her control, and she couldn't tell that he was the anomaly. But if she were to improve on her mastery ? Then what.

"Why…are you telling me this ?" Raph asked, an intrigued tone in his voice. It seemed like she had come to meet him directly with this information.

She stared at him for a short moment, her thoughts lingering. "Because out of the visions I've seen, yours are the most peculiar….for some reason, fate seems to be…bending ? Yes. let's say bending. It's bending towards you….almost like you're the one changing it…".

Raph gulped, but his expressions renained stoic. He had never once thought of exposing himself as a regressor to his family and he wasn't about to be cornered into it. And even if he did decide to let them know, it would be when it felt right.

Nothing good could come out of his secret getting out. Him knowing the future is already a boost, there's no saying what the other families would do either.

"Let's say I really am the one…then what, Morganna ?"

She flinched, her eyes slightly widened but then turned away, pursing her lips. "Oh please, don't say things like that. It would be better if you weren't. The future is changing anyways and when it does completely, it will be out of anyone's control".

Raph pondered her words, his eyes sloping. She was right; the future had changed a couple of times already. The number of participants, for example, had been reduced, and a few battles that had never taken place occured. He won, unlike his previous life, and he was going to keep on winning. His actions will to continue alter the future, even if it meant affecting fate.

But even that…ought to have consequences ? Would there even be consequences for a regressor ? He pondered these things for a moment but shrugged it off eventually. Now was not the time for such.

He had to admit, he wasn't going to let things go according to his previous life, and if it meant changing everything in order to do so, then he would.

"Can…Can you keep this to ourselves ?" He asked, a sigh escaping his lips when he noticed some bizarre movements going on in the Northern district.

His sister remained quiet for a moment, then sighed as well. "I intend on doing so". She responded, her gaze fixed on the erratic movements as well, her eyebrow arching in the process. "is…is that an Elf ?" She asked, her tone puzzled at the sight before them.

"Yes…and those men seem to be dragging her out of a box of some sort ?" Raph muttered, loud enough for her to hear his response as he placed his hand on his chin. "Holy shit ?! Are they kidnapping her ? What's an elf doing here even ?" He cried out in realization.

He attempted to climb through the Window when Morganna stopped him. " Where do you think you're going ? We should let Father or Gloria know" She said, a hushed tone in her voice.

Raph stared at her, his brow arching and then turned towards the movement again. It seemed like they were bringing out another Elf from the box and then a therianthrope.

"Erm….sister, you do realize they may be gone by the time we call and assemble them ?" He asked, his gaze fixed on the rather disturbing sight.

His sister sighed, knowing there was nothing stopping him at this point. She slowly let him go but then held him again.

"I'm coming with you though"

Raph nodded, swiftly climbed down the window and picked up his sister in a bridal style. She let out a startled yelp, but before she could protest further, he leaped out of the window, carrying her with him.

A figure stood behind the whole scene, a surprised expression etched on her face, but then it curled upwards into a tight smile. "Ara, Ara. How interesting".