I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Somewhere within or far away from the Academy, his figure appeared again on a copied magical circle as the former.

Professor Cadwin slowly opened his eyes, shifting his gaze away from the bright light that nearly blinded him as he did so.

After a moment, he opened them again, adjusting to the brightness from the Magical lamps that were hung high on the ceiling.

He looked around, taking in the view of piles of books and ancient scrolls littered around the whole diameter of the circular-dome shaped room.

They were lines of shelves, tall and sturdy, stacked onto each other, with books neatly kept in them. Looking upwards, you would immediately notice the domed ceiling adorned with vibrant ceramic tiles, which created a stunning visual centerpiece.

Some wooden bridges were constructed above the room, towards the ceiling, and a large podium was located in the middle of it.

On that podium was the principal, leisurely enjoying a cup of tea while he read through a newspaper.

"Why are you, Professor Cadwin?" The Principal asked, dropping his cup of tea and looking downwards at the man directly below him when he noticed the file in his hand through his monocle.

He zoomed in, and on seeing the name and purpose, his brows raised in surprise. "Oh?"

Professor Cadwin's gaze flickered in realization, and he hid the file behind his back in protest. "That's cheating, Principal. You know how much I like to surprise you".

Headmaster Dreau chuckled in response. "You're interfering with my tea time; I just wanted to get that over with".

He took a sip from his cup, relinquishing the taste that flowed through him as he swallowed it. "....A club huh? By a member of the Great families, no less. Has any other Lecturer seen this?" He asked. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Professor Cadwin sighed, scratching the back of his head, as he looked away. "Um, Headmaster, if it's okay with you, then can you come down?…. it's getting tiring having to look up at you from here."

His tone was low, exuding respect in the best possible way it could.

Headmaster Dreau laughed out loud in response, as the podium began to descend. "Well, I can't say no if you ask nicely"

"Then, I asked a question?"

"Well, I don't think I can. It's a promising club, but some lecturers may fail to push their prejudice aside, and refute the club"

"Indeed. The borderline that System users are creating for themselves because of their inferiority is only escalating.

I simply hope they wouldn't do anything rash in my Academy".

Professor Cadwin sighed, his thoughts reeling in as an image of Crown appeared in his head.

"I doubt that, and I will surely stop it if it were to get to that point.

Your academy is a safe space for system users, but….as expected. They're not satisfied….."

Headmaster Dreau sighed. His podium was now on the ground, in the middle of the large circular room, while Professor Cadwin stood in front of him.

His gaze flickered between the file and Professor Cadwin, and his thoughts were forced into overdrive.

"Things will only get complicated when we think about it too much".

Professor Cadwin flinched, snapping back to reality. "Ye–Yes, you're right."

"Continue to keep an eye on them, especially the Faculty Heads….I trust none of them". HeadMaster Dreau took another sip of his cup, his gaze softening to the texture and comfort it provided him. "Now then, if you had come to see me, then it means you approved. Are you sure of this?"

Professor Cadwin raised a brow in confusion. "HeadMaster? It's a sixth club and one that is made up of members of the Great Family.

Though they may have good interests, I really can not tell.

It would be best for you to have the final say"

"...The final say?" HeadMaster Dreau raised a brow. "And? Do you wish for me to refute it? As you said, they have good interest.

A club with the goal of exterminating demons would serve its purpose in the long run.

The Demonic portals that have been opening are escalating. It is only right that we prepare the students as well".

"...Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking, HeadMaster". Professor Cadwin nodded. "Prejudice aside, I see no reason why this club shouldn't be created…..but the issues that may follow…".

"....Hmmmm…" Headmaster Dreau sighed, his intense gaze sweeping through the room. A soft smile grew from his face, and a satisfied chuckle exuded from his lips. "Do you know how long I built this place?".

Professor Cadwin shook his head in reply. "No, I don't". The HeadMaster hardly said things other than official matters, this would be the first of many.

"Well, simply put, I got mana sickness more times than I could count, and the Merlin household nearly excommunicated me when they found out what I was doing".

Professor Cadwin's gaze bulged in shock while Headmaster Dreau chuckled as if he was reminiscing about his past. "Now look, it's all built, and I'm one of the most respectable individuals you'll ever see"

A moment of silence descended, but then HeadMaster Dreau turned towards Professor Cadwin, his eyes brimming with intensity.

"Let me tell you this, Whatever I built can never be fallen by others.

And whatever choices are made will only come to my benefit.

There is absolutely no reason to fear the system uprisers, and my staffs will simply follow my lead once I give it to them".

Professor Cadwin stood, his body tensed, and his gaze wavering. The HeadMaster was exuding his mana, more than he usually did, and it prominently printed a gargantuan image on his mind.

"So, what will it be, Professor Cadwin? Make your choice. Do you want the club or not, I am more than enough to prevent any backlash".

A tense silence hung in the air, and Professor Cadwin was forced to take a step back, his head pulsating from his thoughts. 'The System Uprisers'.

He had failed to bring up their names all this time, but these people were his friends, they were his staff members, and some were even his family.

He had joined them in the beginning, to fight off the unjust actions of the non-system users, but gradually, it began to transform into something else, something sinister, something unnecessary–A cult.

He froze in place, arranging his thoughts. It seemed Raph's proposal for a club had set a lot of things in motion that he wasn't even aware of, and Professor Cadwin was one of such.

He made up his mind that a club of the Great Families may just be a good enough bait to bring an end to what he started.

"Yes, Headmaster. Let's give them the club".

Headmaster Dreau smirked, a satisfied grin on his face as Professor Cadwin handed the file over to him.

In a few motions of his arms, he stamped it and handed it over to him.

"Now then, leave. I want to rest.

Work begins soon you know".

His podium began to float in the air, while Professor Cadwin returned to the magic circle. "Alright, HeadMaster Dreau".

His body glowed brightly and flashed out of sight, leaving the HeadMaster to his thoughts.

"Raffaelo Jun huh…" He said as memories of the trails flashed through his mind.

Then the fight scene. Images of how Dugu Jafar was left dead in the middle of the Sparring ring and turned into ice dust were etched in his mind.

'.....I see why the King wants him, but he is not someone meant to be controlled'.

He sipped his tea, and abruptly spat it out. '...it's cold,' He thought, flickering his fingers, causing the teacup to burn into dust.

He flicked his finger again, and the dust rebuilt into a new empty tea cup. He stretched his hands out and grabbed the tea kettle.

He caused a flare to sip into it, causing the tea to boil, and then poured himself another round.

Taking a sip, he sighed. "I will watch over your son, Michaelo Jun.

Let's see how well he does, shall we".

Holding his cup of tea into the air, a black mast of energy formed above him on the ceiling, twisting and curling into a black pod, and within it was a masculine figure wrapped in white sheeting.