I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Raph had once heard of a saying, 'When a predator meets another, they avoid each other'.

Well, in simpler terms, you could say both were aware of what sort of destruction could ensue if they were to strike at each other.

Then again, you could say it was just a bizarre way of explaining how one avoids an enemy strong enough to offset their chain of command.

Now, what does all this have to do with Raphs current situation? Or rather, the two individuals that had bumped into him.

It was a primal instinct, perhaps their innate feral voices screaming at them to either attack or flee.

Raph found this interesting, maybe frightening, as two individuals strong enough to cause this much stir within him shouldn't have access to the Academy so easily.

He took a step forward, his thoughts swirling in when the man with the black shades laughed out and placed his hands on Raph's shoulders.

"White snow hair and pale eyes that give the impression that they were blind! Raffaelo of the Jun household?!" The man asked with a chirpy tone in his voice, the eerie tension that ensued between them dissolving as he did so.

Raoh raised a brow in confusion, his gaze shifting towards the woman who was looking away.

'I could have sworn I saw bloodlust….are women good at hiding their murderous intent now?' He wondered, remembering a similar case with Sophie.

He turned his gaze at the man.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our academy?"

"Hah? We were here for the festivities, of course! I heard they would be putting on a play, and my wife couldn't help but just want to watch it!"

His chirpy tone was boisterous as he laughed out loud.

Raph watched silently, a deep uncertainty brewing within them.

He narrowed his gaze and observed their status screen, and it hit him like a baseball.

'Their statuses are fake'.

There was a specific manner he could tell one apart, especially after dealing with Neuj Rakarf. It was why he could decipher that Sophie's was also fake.

'What? They're suspicious and now they're hiding their identities…should I report this to the Principal?'.

A sigh escaped his lips as he took a step back and pushed the man's hands from his shoulders.

"Endeavour to ask before you touch someone you don't know".

He said with a stern tone, taking the man by surprise.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I did hear you were the most arrogant of the bunch, but don't you think that was rude?"

A smirk spread across Raph's face.

"Says the man with a fake status screen".

His sudden statement sent a Shockwave through the two figures as they maintained their expressions firmly.

The man sighed, his gaze wavering for a moment before it landed on Raph.

"Do you have a problem with us? We're simply here because the academy decided to be good for once. It would be best for you to watch your tone….if not, I can report you for assault"

Raph shrugged, turning around and walking away.

'It's things like this that get on my nerves….they're suspicious, and I want to act now…'.

He glanced back at the two figures.

'....but where do I even begin? Fighting them without a reason? It's just a fake Status so it doesn't necessarily mean they're an enemy team….'.

It wouldn't help to be cautious, so he decided to take the matter to the Staff.

While he walked away, the two figures, Nicho and Mila sighed heavily, though for two different reasons.

Nicho turned around to glance her over, his gaze landing on her right hand as crimson blood trickled down from it.

"That's not gonna heal anytime soon," he said as he looked up at her. "You good?"

She scoffed, turning around and walking away while he sighed and walked after her.

"We can't make a scene, Mila. It's too early and we haven't found our task yet".

"He has the heads up now. He's going to figure out our plans now that he's suspicious of us".

"We can take new identities and status screens, no problem. We'll just steer out of his way".

Mila suddenly stopped, causing Nicho to bump into her as she turned around, her gaze drifting towards his.

The distance between them was nearly minuscule, but the height difference was palpable.

She tilted her head upwards, a scowl on her face. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"Steer out of his way? I'm not scared of him".

"Neither am I, Mila. But we must remain professional until the end….and that means, no subtle outbursts".

He said firmly, his gaze calm as ever.

Mila bit down on her lips, her face contorting into annoyance as she whipped around to walk away. "I'm gonna go watch the Wrestling or whatever they call it".

She screamed out in annoyance, attracting unwanted attention from the visitors on the fields.

While she left, Nicho glanced back, catching a glimpse of Raph's back before he disappeared down the pathway.

'We can't attack him directly, but we can indirectly'.@@novelbin@@

He turned his attention away from the boy and towards his partner, his reserved smile creeping its way back on his lips as he caught up with her.

*****

Raph sighed heavily as he traced his steps back to the Year One Lecture Hall.

His thoughts were muddled by the series of events as he attempted to piece them down together.

It was unfortunate but he always found himself in situations like this, scheming or piecing down information in his free time.

It was something that could become burdensome in the future, but he did it anyway.

'There's no time to have a tranquil mind anyways…'

One mind can be in utter chaos, and they would look physically perfect. You could say it was one of the pros of being a human, endurance.

As he walked down the pathway, an unfamiliar yet familiar smell caught him in a trance, or at least attempted to.

His gaze drifted around, scanning the students that walked past him until it landed on a familiar, yet appalling figure approaching him.

Though her features and expressions were far from appalling, in fact, one would call her a fairy.

With porcelain-like skin and lush golden hair the colour of the ambient sun, her regality was palpable.

She wore the school uniform, which accentuated her curves and lascivious figure, and her gaze glowed with the same shimmer as her hair.

The beauty of the Crown, and the second Princess, Manita Swanstorm.

"Oh, fancy meeting you here, Raffaelo Jun".

Her voice was like a melodic timbre, suited for the chore, yet used for anything but that.

"Hah…Princess Manita".

Raph muttered, recognizing the scent fully.

'The bitch that deceived me, and took my innocence as well…..though I was far from that at the time'.

The princess was surrounded by four other students, three males, sturdy and twice as large as your average man.

They were her personal Knights, Sir Clin, Sir Rugga and Sir Monson and the lady next to her, her personal maidservant and assistant, Glenda.

'Though, they are clearly not students…'

These were men old enough to be his father and a woman old enough to be her aunt, and yet, they adorned themselves in the school uniform and walked around with the Princess like unglorified trophies.

They stopped right in front of each other, their gazes scanning the others, or at least Manita did.

Raph found this situation unfavourable and uncomfortable. 'It's not like I can't deal with them….it's just two level hundreds and a tenth star night after all…'

It was something else. 'Manita was the definition of a snake….she would curl you up and swallow you whole if she so needed to'.

Something that earned her a quite luxurious nickname, the Queen of Scorpions.

'I have to tread carefully with this one….at least for now'.

"I see you're out and about for the festival?"

"Yes, Princess. I enjoy festivities while I can".

"Oh, that's good….if I hadn't none better, I would have assumed you didn't since you follow that pretentious worm".

Raph felt a bulge on his forehead at the statement. He didn't need to think twice for him to realize who she was referring to.

'No wonder Meadow hates her, she must hear all sorts of atrocities from this one'.

"Well, we all have roles to fill, and some may even be that worm".

He replied, tone even.

A frown formed on Manita's face as she turned away. "You're no fun, and I thought there was more to those looks".

Raph laughed out loud, his hands scratching the back of his head.

'She's probably wondering whether or not I'm supporting Princess Meadow. Sorry, but I don't intend on spilling anything to you'.

"What can I say? Looks don't mean intelligence".

His last statement was lengthened with his gaze eerily fixed on her.

She scoffed, shaking her head and walking past him. "You're an interesting fellow, Raffaelo. I can see why the King chose you to serve us".

'Hah….she's really pissing me off'.

These were usually statements that Raph would never let go unpunished, and now he decided to endure it for the sake of his alliance with Meadow.

Manita just needed to get the least bit suspicious, and she would uncover much more than you would expect.

'It's one of the reasons she lasted so long in my Past life…'.

There was another reason though, one that had caused a major headache to his plans in his past life.

On the surface, it would look like the King had affection for one of his children, and that was Javier.

'...but that isn't the case; Manita was actually his favourite, and it earned her the nickname The King's Spy'.