I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

To be more specific, the little events that had taken place in his past life were changing, and perhaps even major occurrences could be influenced later in the future.

'Yeah, so far, every major event has occurred. The Battle of the Great Families, and now the Homeric Festival.'

Even though it wasn't taking place exactly as he recalled it, the fact that it did occur remained and that he still had an advantage over it.

His brows furrowed, his gaze staring into the distance.

'Does it really matter if I have an advantage or not?'

He wondered, his lips curling downwards.

'Yes it does….as a Regressor, perhaps it is my duty to set things straight…especially when I have an advantage over it.'

He never got the chance to sit down and go through the past events, and now that he did, he realized how much influence his changes had made on the timeline.

Time ought to move in a particular manner, but oftentimes, an abnormality comes in and hinders it, causing chaos within the timeline.

'But those are speculations, are they not? Why would time need to be in a specific manner? Aren't there postulations of another world out there?'

The very thought caused his intrigue to stir.

His gaze flickered as it landed on Jane only to find them staring right back at him.

A moment of silence ensued between them, an awkwardness threatening to descend when Raph raised a brow and broke the silence.

"What?"

He asked.

"Oh, it's nothing…" Darrell replied, dragging his last word. "You just seemed to zone out for a second there. You good, buddy?" He asked.

Raphs gaze flicked open as he shifted his head away from them.

"It's nothing. Just wondering if there are, in fact, alternate universes."

He said, his tone lingering as Ciara suddenly poked her head over the rail on the second floor.

Her crimson eyes sparked with intrigue, and a tint of excitement as she glanced at Raph.

"Did you say alternate universes? What gave you that thought?"

Darrell and Jane glanced at each other, expressions of confusion etched on their faces.

"But why would we need more than one universe?"

"The gods don't rule more than one universe. They rule one and that is this one."

Ciara suddenly clicked her tongue, her annoyance laced at the end of the sound as the people present in the room turned to her in unison.

"You guys know nothing. If there is magic and Dragons in our world, then what makes you think there can't be a possibility of alternate universes?"

She asked, a bitter tone at the end of her statement.

Raph shrugged.

'I simply wondered since Regression was possible.

Perhaps a change I have made has led us to a different outcome, something that had happened in a different universe….'

He shook his head, erasing the thought from his mind. The last thing he needed was more things to think about, other than what was laid before them.

"I understand your point, Darrell, Jane but I think I'll go with Ciara on this one."

Jane whipped his head upwards, his frown palpable.

"Mages are supposed to be realistic. What do you mean by the possibility of an alternate universe existing? Are you saying there might be multiple versions of me from different worlds?"

Ciara nodded rigorously.

This was a conversation that didn't seem to pique the interest of the others.

Mariam, Louis and Tiara who hardly ever showcased their interest in the Club Room.

"And you're being too much of a religious fanatic. Don't rule it out just because your scriptures don't say anything about it."

Jane's mouth was left agape by her statement as she suddenly puffed her cheeks and walked away, resuming her studies.

This left Darrell in a chuckling state as he tapped Jane on his back.

'One is an atheist and the other a fanatic…wow….you've got your work cut up for you, Jane.'

Raph giggled as he stood up.

The others watched as he headed for the door; Louis had been speaking up since a while ago.

"Where to?" He asked.

Raph stopped, his gaze landing on the two couples who sat next to each other.

He shrugged. "I have cleaning duty. Remember?"

"Oh, forgot you got punished. Do you ever do it?" Darrell asked.

Raph nodded, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he replied.

"Every day."

With that, he walked out, leaving the rest of the group to their own devices and perhaps their thoughts as well.

Raph felt a truckload of responsibilities weigh on his shoulder as he headed out.

He could tell, even without his past memories, that school life was about to get more difficult.

*****

In the fabricated world of the Headmaster's Office, two men sat on a floating chair, tea cups in their hands and a tray of scones on the table, floating in their presence.

The ambient nature of the headmaster's Office remained the same: large numbers of books organized yet seemingly scattered all around the floating, high shelves.

The intricate designs of the roof, ceramic tiles and white walls cascaded in flower patterns and hovering books.

Just like any other day, his office was a picture book taken right out of a magical-themed novel.

He was currently on edge, his gaze fixed on his guest, the man known for his Greed, and suffocating pride, the King.

With the quiet nature of the room, it had seemed like both had nothing to say, but with time, the Headmaster found the urge to ask his questions.

"Do you still require me to refer to you as my King?"

The King chuckled.

"You make it sound like I'm not, Rhabanz."

The Headmaster sighed.

"We are former classmates…My King, I know when you are up to something and coming here wasn't merely to see your daughters."

The King shrugged, sipping his tea and relishing the warmth that lingered on his tongue.

"Maybe you're right. I do not need to see my daughters as I can see them whenever I want."

The Headmaster tilted his head.

"Then what is it, Tyson?"

The King looked up at him, a tense silence brewing between them, their gazes clashing with each other.

It seemed like they were silently watching each other, but these men were at war, a mental war.

"Manners, Rhabanz. You are no longer worthy of referring me to my name."

The Headmaster scoffed.

"And Michaelo?"

The King's gaze narrowed, his brows furrowing deeply.

He wasn't one to take words lightly, and the mention of Michaelo, one of the few people he hated as a student, didn't suit him nicely.

"Watch it, Rhabanz. I will not repeat myself."

The Headmaster tapped his finger on the desk as he looked away.

"You realize you stopping me from coming for the Battle of the Great Families wasn't a great choice."

The King's gaze narrowed, his eyes closing into curved slits.

"It was necessary at the time. Kira Merlin and Michaelo Jun were there. Did you want the gang to get back together so bad that you would be upset over a mere order?"

"A mere order?!"

The Headmaster repeated, his voice rising.

His gaze widened for a moment, his disgust and anger palpable as he sighed, releasing the tension within his body.

"That order lost us a Man of Valor."

The King suddenly slammed his fist against the table, the teacup snapping into pieces, and the air filled with a brewing storm.

"Man of Valor? Who? That wench that refused to bow to me? A Man of Valor? Are you stupid, Rhabanz? Do you realize I can kill you with the flip of a finger?"

The Headmaster rubbed his temples, his gaze laced with disappointment.

"Always flaunting his power when on the losing end. It's good to see you haven't changed, but it's such a pity as well. It shows you haven't learnt."

The King suddenly stood from the chair, the Headmaster quickly casting a spell that held him firm. The King slammed his arm against the table while under the spell of the Headmaster that kept him from falling.

"One more time, Rhabanz. I dare you to talk to me that way, one more time."

The Headmaster remained silent, his words lingering at the back of his throat.

His thoughts reeled in, and he indeed wanted to tick off that dare.

'This bastard…..just you wait.'

He looked away, a sigh escaping his lips.

"I apologize, my King. It seems I may have stepped out of line."

The King slowly sat back down, his head resting on his arm as he looked down at the floor.

He tilted his head when a bizarre reflection caught his attention, and he glanced up instantly.

At that moment, the Headmaster grew tense, yet he remained silent.

His gaze traced the King's as he looked around the white ceiling. For a moment, it seemed like the King was lost in thoughts, but then, he glanced back at the Headmaster, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"Take us down. I've had enough of you in one day."

The Headmaster raised a brow in surprise.

"I had assumed you had come to instruct me or something thereof?"

The chairs and tables descended slowly as he asked his question; their gazes locked on one another until they touched the ground.

The Headmaster stood up, his steps heavy and regal as he headed for the exit, the Headmaster quickly rushing after him.

"I have checked all that I needed to check, and confirmed my thoughts."

He said, his lips curled upwards.

'It doesn't matter whether or not he's found out about my spy. I have more from where that came from….though….'

He glanced back at the Headmaster, a cautious expression etching on the latter's face.

'...what is he up to?'