I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

A moment of silence descended the cubicle until Raph lifted his head from the file he had been writing on to meet the prying eyes of Professor Cadwin.

A tension ensued between them, and an unsettling feeling began to brew within Raph.

"....is there something else you may want to say, Professor?"

The Professor flinched as if he had been lost in thoughts and adjusted his seating position.

"....It's nothing'. The man coughed out, collecting the file from Raph with his cheeks flushed.

'Oi Oi…why is he blushing?' Raph thought, a pang of worry brewing within him, and the discomfort only began to escalate.

"So–So, you will be submitting this to the Principal?" He asked, trying to clear the weird atmosphere.

"Hah yes…." Professor Cadwin said but just then, he paused in his action, a thought popping in his head. "Who are the members? If you had come this far, then I suppose you should have gathered members by now".

"Hah…yes. For now, Darell Silvan, Jane Lucia, Ciara Merlin, Mariam Aquarius, Elsis Darkpelt, and Louis La Teur".

A dark cascade had begun to form over the Professor's expression, and it only deepened each time Raph called out a name.

Something was unsettling about this particular lineup.

"Members of the Great Families and the only beastkin in the Academy? Do you realize that a club like that would be difficult to approve? How did you even gather people like that into a club?".

Raph raised a brow. "There shouldn't be a problem. There are clubs with more than five members of the Great Families as well".

"Your club is new, and your first five members will be the foundation. A club with great family memebers as founders will make it seem like an alliance.

And an alliance like that would be a threat to the Academy".

"....The Academy seems to be more System-oriented than I thought," Raph said after a moment of silence, his fingers on his chin. "There's no need to worry. I do not wish to cause trouble for the Academy. In fact, I simply want to help the Academy bolster its prestigious name by killing demons and devils. What is so difficult to approve?"

The Professor sighed, and slowly stood up, the sound of his chair being pushed back echoing in the room. "I see the importance of this club, Raffaelo Jun, and because of that, you have my support."

He walked towards the door and turned towards Raph.

"However, the moment the Great families, any of them at all, cause a deter of trouble within the Academy, then all rights of the club will be transferred to a well-suited student".

".....You mean a system user?" Raph said, an amused smirk on his face as he stared at Professor Cadwin. "...you don't have to worry. There are some system users I have my eyes set on.

The next few additions will all be system users".

Professor Cadwin remained still for a moment, his thoughts moving in overdrive while his gaze lingered with Raph's.

A mix of emotions was fighting within him, trying to make a decision that could be beneficial to the Academy or himself, but he couldn't deny it: this Club could change future battles against the demons.

A club that supports the idea of Demon subjugation, and carries out activities to fulfill that purpose.

'Honestly, what a pain. If only someone else proposed it, then I wouldn't be so conflicted'.

He opened the door, and at the same time, the dome that blocked off their conversation was withdrawn.

"Wait here; I will be back shortly."

With that, he walked out, greeting a fellow Lecturer who happened to walk by, and closed the door shut behind him, leaving Raph to the silence that suffused the cubicle.

A few seconds passed before Raph sighed, looking away from the door as his shoulders slumped slightly.

'....Well, that went well, maybe too well. All that's left is the go-ahead, and I'll choose one of the empty club rooms in the Year One Lecture Theater'.

He thought as his gaze swept through the cubicle.

'Oh….how stylish'.

Looking around the cubicle, he noticed portraits of demons and devils that he had once fought before.

They were neatly drawn and labeled, and even the anatomical positions were identified.

At the sides of Professor Cadwin's desk was a bone structure of three popular known demons.

The smallest was the bone structure of a tier 2 goblin, the largest was the bone structure of a tier 5 ogre, and the average size was the structure of a tier 3 kobold.

Aside from the demon portraits and bones, the room was neatly kept, with arranged stacks of files on the desk, and vases placed in a row, aesthetically behind it.

It held an allure that left quite an impression on Raph, and he could tell just how much the Professor studied demons.

'It's ironic. Professor Cadwin is a well-known demonologist now, and even in my past life, but he wasn't given the acknowledgment he deserved.

And that was mostly because he didn't have enough students to carry out his theories and postulates….it will be different this time. He thought, staring at the glass walls of the Cubicles to find his reflection staring right back at him.

The cubicles were made of glass, but they weren't see-through, so as much as you could see your reflection, you couldn't see the other side.

So Raph was left in an empty room, lost in thoughts with nothing but his image to stare at.

Well, there are times when one enjoys silence, and this was one of them.

A comfortable sigh exuded from his lips. 'Let's meditate. I'm almost on the next step in becoming a 9th star'.

****

Footsteps echoed in the air as a man with black and velvet locks hair, and a goatee walked towards a particular location in mind.

He was still in the Staff Building, and each staff that landed their gaze on him while he headed towards his destination, greeted him with utmost respect, a sensation that he had gotten tired of in the long run.

His expression was stoic, and his thoughts flooded his consciousness. On his right hand was a file, containing the details of the club Raffaelo Jun had created, and he had just finished reading it to correct any mistakes. Though, there weren't any.

'This may put the HeadMaster in a bind…' He thought when a particular Lecturer walked up to him.

"Hey, Cadwin"

The familiar enthusiastic tone caused a shiver down his spine as he furrowed his brow, and quickened his steps.

The last thing he needed was to get caught up with that guy at the moment.

"Ca–Cadwin?" The voice echoed, seemingly hastening his steps as well since another pair of footsteps echoed as loudly as his.

'...This will get annoying' Professor Cadwin thought, sighing inwardly as he turned towards the familiar figure. "What do you want, Crown?"

"Hah!" Crown Bishop was forced to stop abruptly and nearly bumped into Cadwin, but he was more than capable of avoiding that.

"It's nothing; I heard that boy….Raffaelo Jun, was it? He came over to your office, though we couldn't hear what the conversation was about". He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"....Are you worried? You don't need to. I'm not taking sides". Cadwin said, and his response caused tension in the air.

"..Hmm.." Crown Bishop muttered, then laughed out loud right after. "...Hah, you really can't tell the mood, can you?".

Cadwin remained silent, unresolved to reply to his old friend. With a sigh, he turned around to walk away, when Crown Bishop spoke out.

"I don't need to tell you, but all non-system users are our enemies….regardless".

'....this is getting out of hand…' Cadwin thought, as a wave of fatigue struck him. When did he start his plans? And when did Crown Bishop take over those plans that he had shoved aside?

'If these people were to cause trouble within the Kingdom…..' He slowly turned back, facing Crown Bishop as he said.
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"You don't need to worry, don't you know by now? It takes something really interesting to get my emotions to sway".

"...That's what I'm afraid of. Raffaelo Jun is prone to uncertainties, even the Trail's result was an uncertainty".

Cadwin stared at him for a moment, then turned around to walk away. "I'm not taking sides until the very end. My cause is different from yours, Crown. Stay on your end, and I will stay on mine".

Without turning back, he walked away, leaving a condescending silence that suffused around him.

'Great, now I have more things to think about'.

A few seconds later, he arrived in front of an open-spaced room twice the size of the cubicles for staff.

Its interior was left blank, and only the sunlight through the glass walls provided a solace of light for the room.

In the middle of it was a large magical circle, golden in color and endowed with mana crystals.

He walked over the circle and stood on it, and in about five seconds it began to glow, shimmering a brilliance within the room until his figure warped from space and disappeared.