Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

I returned directly to the club room with Leona and informed the group about Aria's situation.

As usual, Karna wasn't present among the regulars. She wasn’t close enough to Aria to be informed, and, besides, she was so overwhelmed with Swordmaster duties that she hadn't been in the club room for a while.

“That woman…”

“Mmm…”

When I mentioned that Aria’s time was slowly beginning to gather, everyone had complicated expressions. The ratio of hatred to affection was probably about 99.5 to 0.5, but she was a complicated figure, representing both love and hate.

“So, basically, we don’t know when she’ll be resurrected?”

“Yeah. Time is gradually restoring itself, but each part of her body is recovering at different speeds, so they can’t give a clear answer. Forcing time to accelerate or scatter again is impossible right now.”

“My apologies…”@@novelbin@@

“We all sacrificed ourselves in time, so it can’t be helped! But we’re trying our best, so please don’t scold us too harshly…”

The goddess shrank back while the demon lord, initially confident, gradually lowered her voice, nervously watching our reactions. I reached out to pat both their heads. They had sacrificed enough; there was no reason to scold them.

The demon lord no longer resisted my touch.