Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

In my world’s internet, there was a legendary quote that was second to none.

“But now what?”

With its universality, appropriateness, and the ability to capture both fun and emotion, this quote has spawned countless parodies due to its infinite potential to be applied to almost any situation involving users and developers.

And our current situation was exactly like that.

“So, what do we do now, us?”

We’ve created a club, but it means there’s nothing to do.

Originally, Priscilla intended to create the club with just the two of us, occasionally including Rosalia, to deal with incidents from the original work that could pose a threat to the academy. But suddenly, Brynhild declared she found it interesting and joined, naturally pulling Aria along. Even the new advisor, the Sword Saint, showed a strange interest in me, so the situation had become completely tangled.

“…I don’t know either.”

Priscilla spoke honestly. It was a response that contained no falsehoods, pure sincerity. At that honest response, Brynhild, with a slightly dazed expression, asked again.

“Well… wasn’t there a section in the club establishment request form to write the purpose of club? What did you write there?”

A half-smile, which had become natural by now, slipped between her crimson lips.

“Just… fostering camaraderie.”

“Fostering camaraderie? And you got approval for that reason?”

This time, Aria widened her eyes in surprise and asked a question. It seemed she had also done some research on the club. Priscilla remained nonchalant.

“Look at the people here. The president is the overall top student in the second year, the members include the top students in the first year, the second best student in the first year, the chosen hero by the Holy Sword, and the advisor is the special instructor, right? Trying to create a club with this combination and not getting permission would be even more strange, don’t you think?”

Both of them nodded simultaneously as if they understood the question. It seemed they understood well that Bellium Academy rewards good grades accordingly.

“With the four of us, we could simply submit the application openly stating that we’ll just play and eat, and approval could still be granted. I guarantee it. But we’ll have to keep maintaining these grades.”

Priscilla’s assurance, who had been here for hundreds of years, was delivered in a trustworthy manner.

Even Aria and Brynhild, who were unaware of the underlying circumstances, seemed to understand well enough.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I understand.”

With that, we ran out of things to talk about. We were back to the ‘but now what?’ state, and silence filled the room once more, except for the piercing gaze of the Sword Saint.

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When most students think of midterms, they probably think of exams, but for Priscilla and me, it was a little different. We naturally thought of terrorist attacks before exams.

Such as suicidal summoning terror attacks committed by idiots who fell for succubi and became insane with lust, or internal turmoil incited by idiots who thought they would be spared if they sided with the demons. Of course, those idiots were all wiped out, and buried, when the war broke out in the middle of Part 2.

“This midterm… um… yeah… we… uh…”

“I don’t know how it’ll differ from the original, but we need to make plans assuming an attack is coming, right?”

“Um… yeah… you’re right…”

Priscilla, who was sitting on my thigh facing me and feeling my warmth, nodded. Perhaps because it was my room, he seemed to have no qualms at all.

When I asked how she could come and go so freely without ever being caught, she said she used the highest-level invisibility magic, “Existence Nullification,” which was even more advanced than the transparency spell.

At this point, it was a remarkable dedication to use such a high-level spell just to sneak into a men’s dormitory when it was a spell that wasn’t even being developed, let alone used for war. Truly impressive determination.

“So… um… we need to… -sniff-… prepare… in advance…”

“Whether you sniff or talk, just pick one. We still have plenty of time.”

“Um…”

Priscilla seemed to have been waiting for that moment, as she lightly brushed her cheeks against mine a few times before burying her face in my neck again.

With the sound of her deep breaths, our bodies touching made me shiver. For a while, Priscilla, who buried her face in my neck and breathed in deeply, lifted her head with a face that seemed intoxicated.

Her trembling fingers unbuttoned the shirt near hercollarbone.

The first thing I saw was the smooth flesh near her collarbone, and underneath was a black lingerie of a design and area that would have been labelled indecent if there were such a thing as cleavage in this world.

Priscilla, who had unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it down to near her elbows, hugged me tightly.

“This is good too…”

A half-dazed voice flowed out.

Arms wrapped around my waist under my armpits and clasped firmly behind my back.

Her thighs were wrapped around his waist and her ankles crossed near his tailbone.

I tried to relax my lower body as much as possible and leaned against the bed. I used to feel warmth from this, but recently the symptoms had worsened significantly. Not being able to have physical contact during the day because of being conscious of the surroundings might have contributed, but more than that, it was probably I heard that I could become a murderer thanks to my Karma.

“Still, it’d be nice if we finish before midnight…”

“Mira Crate? Are you in there?”

With a knock, Sword Saint’s voice echoed. Our bodies stiffened. Priscilla, who was resting her head against mine with a concerned puppy-like gaze, looked at me anxiously.

“Um, what should we do?”

Hmm, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like I had a sharp plan in mind. Why did this person come here at this late hour in the first place?

“It’s okay if you don’t open it right now. I’ll wait here, so take your time and open it whenever.”

Given her personality, it probably meant it was really okay, but I wasn’t okay.

Disappearance magic? No. Priscilla said that it doesn’t work on powerful people above a certain level, so she’d be detected by any swordsman. The flow of mana would be obvious.

If she tries to hide, she’ll be found out quickly.

‘…Wait a moment.’

Suddenly, the closet came into view. I had a good idea.

Suddenly, the closet came into view, and I had an idea. I picked Priscilla up and led her to the couch next to the closet. Priscilla obediently followed my lead and sat down on the couch.

I opened the closet door, pulled out the clothes that were organised inside, and threw them onto the couch. A pile of clothes fell on top of Priscilla.

The pile of clothes that Beatrice had insisted to bring so he would never wear the same thing all term, even if I changed two outfits a day, covered Priscilla entirely.

It was a shape that no one would ever imagine there was a person inside.

“Stay still. Can you do that?”

“…Yes.”

Finally, after spreading my underwear around the pile of clothes, I opened the door.

Sword Saint, who was rocking herself slightly from side to side with her eyes closed in a rhythmic motion, heard the sound of the door opening and opened her eyes.

“Were you sleeping? Sorry for coming so late.”

“What brings you here?”

“I have a package to deliver, and I also wanted to talk to you about something else. What have you been doing that makes you look like that?”

“Oh, I was just organizing my clothes.”

“Clothes?”

I shifted my body slightly. Sword Saint chuckled as he looked at the pile of clothes on the sofa.

“Must be tough. Keep up the good work.”

“Thank you. Anyway, sorry for opening the door late. I wanted to tidy up a bit before opening it, but I thought I’d have to keep you waiting for too long.”

I covered the boxers scattered on the floor with a coat as naturally as possible. Sword Saint also pretended not to see and looked away.

“What’s the matter you wanted to talk about?”

“Giving come first, they say. Here, take this.”

Sword Saint took out a pendant from her wide sleeve and handed it to me. As soon as I received it, I was taken aback. In my palm lay a pendant with the emperor’s emblem engraved on it.

“What is this?”

“It’s a permit to access the treasure trove of the palace. I received it a long time ago and haven’t used it. Ah, once you use it, it’s over, so use it carefully.”

“It’s something I’ve never heard of…”

“Why did you give me something so valuable…?”

“Even though it was a lie, I tried to kill you all, didn’t I? I have to pay the price properly for that, right? I plan to give one to Brynhild, Aria, and your girlfriend as well, so don’t worry and take it. I have three more to spare even after giving one to each of you. I’ve received so much already during that time.”

The palace’s treasure trove. It seemed like I should ask Priscilla or Rosalia what’s inside. If there’s nothing to take, I could at least grab an elixir for insurance.

“And the thing I wanted to talk about. Will there be a time when you’re free?”

“I’m usually free. I don’t have much to do separately. Why do you ask?”

“I was thinking of suggesting a visit to the palace.”

“The palace, you say?”

“I wanted to show the child why I was so wary of you turning into a murderer.”

It was quite an enticing offer. I was curious too. What kind of accumulated sins would cause such a chilling aura to emanate from her as soon as I saw me?

“Okay. When would you like to go?”

“Sooner the better… Would tomorrow evening be possible?”

“Yes, it’s possible.”

“Then I’ll come to pick you up.”

With a grin, Sword Saint was about to leave with a goodbye for tomorrow, but she approached and whispered in a low voice.

“Sorry for disturbing your enjoyable time unintentionally. I’ll keep it a secret from now on, so tell your girlfriend not to hate me too much.”

Before I could respond, Sword Saint, with a mischievous smile, left in a flash. I sadly watched her back disappear across the hallway after just two steps.

Well, could I really fool Sword Saint’s senses with just a pile of clothes? I felt guilty for causing a fuss about hiding Priscilla.

“Priscilla? Are you okay?”

After locking the door securely and returning, I called out to Priscilla and started clearing the piled-up clothes.

“Hmm…”

Priscilla was holding onto one of my shirts and trembling with a blissful expression on her face.

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“Did such a place exist in the palace?”

“Not many people know about it. At most, only the royal guards of the palace and a few organizations.”

On Wednesday evening, I followed Sword Saint into the basement of the palace. Despite descending about 6-7 floors, the stairs seemed endless.

“What was this place used for?”

“A torture chamber and prison.”

A torture chamber and prison located in the basement of the palace. A rough picture formed in my mind.

After descending deep underground for quite some time and passing through endless rows of prisons on both sides, we finally stopped in front of a thick iron door at the innermost part of the prison. With a slightly awkward expression, Sword Saint concentrated mana at his fingertips and inserted it into the keyhole. The door seemed to be designed to open in response to a certain form of mana.

Soon, with a click, the door opened.

“Krrrr! Kyaaaah!”

As soon as the door opened, sounds resembling those of a beast emanated from inside. It was an unpleasant sound, like nails scratching a chalkboard. Seeing my expression, Sword Saint smirked.

“They sensed a human’s presence. They’re creatures that move on instinct without any reason.”

Sword Saint’s left arm exerted force. The door, which seemed to be several fingers thick, began to be pushes inward. Soon, the door opened completely, revealing the interior.

Thin fingers pointed to the opposite wall.

“That’s the murderer I mentioned.”

Inside the door were four layers of steel grids, as thick as an adult man’s wrist, and behind them, there were iron chains on the wall. It was for restraining someone’s body.

The creature inside, upon seeing us, struggled wildly, paying no attention to the iron chains wrapped around its body, and made strange noises.

“Kyaaaah! Kyaah! Kkkeee!”

Jiggle Jiggle

The iron chains that restrained its body shook incessantly. The sounds of a beast scratching its vocal cords and the rattling of the iron chains bound to the beast echoed inside the prison like a chorus. It was a very unpleasant noise.

I carefully observed the creature introduced by Sword Saint as a murderer beyond the steel grids.

The hair, which would probably have been silver In its human days, was tangled and dirty, spreading from its whole body to the floor. Its clothes were torn apart, leaving it naked, and its skin was covered with blood and dust.

There was no focus in its eyes, glimpsed through its hair. Only the determination and instinct to kill the human in front of it.

“Kyaaahhhhh!!!!!”

“It’s someone who couldn’t bear their own fate.”

Sword Saint looked at the creature, which resembled a beast more than a human, with a bitter expression as it slowly stroked the iron chains thicker than its own wrist.

“She was also my first disciple.”