I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

A tense silence ensued between the clashing tide of groups. The King and his Knights, the Headmaster of the Academy and Mila of the Red Peacemakers.

A group of three with clashing ideologies and unsettled debts, yet in the face of an enemy greater than them, they work together.

Well, at least two in this case.

The Headmaster stared at the figure with a distant guard, his gaze fixed on the bolts of demonic energy that emitted out of his body.

One could tell from a single glance.

'That's a demonic contractor?'

He had an inkling of an idea that they had somehow gotten into his school, but now they revealed themselves whenever they felt like it.

The subtle disrespect didn't bother him, though; after all, his timing was more or less perfect.

"It seems like we have trouble at our hands."

He commented, his gaze shifting towards the King as a frown formed on his face.

"It seems so, but that doesn't change what you said."

"My King, oh gracious King. What is a mere blunder between classmates, and why focus on unnecessary taunts when the enemy of the Kingdom lies in our hand."

The King raised a brow.

"Our hand?"

"Hah, I apologize." The Headmaster said with a smug smile on his face, his eyes closing into a slit. "Your Hands."

The King gestured for his Knights, a subtle satisfaction on his face by his response.

'Idiot. If he acted like this then we wouldn't have had so many problems in the past.'

"I decree, My Knights, that you take that heinous creature down, this second."

"HAH!"

The figure cried out, a sudden outburst of energy, dark, murky and crimson. It erupted around her body, suffusing the air like ink in clear water.

The skies were tinted with its shade of crimson as bolts of energy struck out of her body.

Her hands suddenly enlarged, armoured scales stacking on top of her smooth surface, Radiant red energy oozing out from its form.

She walked downwards, taking steps mid-air, a smug on her face and a devilish glint within her eyes.

"Heh Heh."

He chuckled when her body warped, descending in the blink of an eye.

"Transcendent Skill; Demonic Fiery Flares."

A crimson light ignited around her as she descended, erupting into a beautiful five-petal shape, its edges stretching out like tendrils towards its targets.

'Transcendent, right away?'

The Headmaster thought, mesmerized by her boldness as he floated over them, standing between the way of the incoming flames and the King's group.

"10th tier Spell; Mana Gates."

To his command, an outburst of mana exuded from his body, enveloping the group below, and taking the form of a dome.

It appeared in an instant, like the walls of a castle, shielding them within.

The blast of flames descended like comets, slamming against the walls of the Dome, and erupting into a large blast of flames.

Some of the tendrils of flames struck the stairway, slamming against the columns and causing uncalled destruction, the fire spreading rapidly.

The visitors who had come to see the King were quickly making their way out of the area of the flames. Thalia and other members of the Student Council led them away from the scene.

Their cries of protest and shock as the flames struck around them easily caught the attention of the Headmaster.

He turned towards the King as he said.

"Your people are in danger, should we not take this somewhere else?"

The King looked up, his expression turning to one of disgust.

"The people? Focus on the one who leads them."

The Headmaster smirked, expectant of his reply.

He turned around as he faced the incoming contractor, her body enveloped in flames.

'He never attended classes while in the Academy anyways.'

The King, like some of his kids, were people who didn't take training seriously. What they did instead was foster their tactics and strategies, neglecting their need for physical growth in power.

With a trembling scream, Mila slammed into the Headmaster, an outburst of energy and flames occurring on impact.

She snickered, her strength pushing her forward while an invisible shield stood in her way.

"Hah! You must be the Headmaster I hear of! What did they call you? The Protector? The Shield of the Army? Well, none of that matters!"

She twirled in the air, stumped her foot against the shield and erupted a blast of flames against it, fire and light exploding in the process.

He shrugged, shifting away from the bright light when a loud thud echoed in his ears.

"How dare you mutt!" The King's voice echoed as the sounds of iron rattled away.

He quickly shifted down, his eyes narrowed at the sight before him.

Mila had gotten through his defences, penetrating his dome as she charged at the King, pushing through one knight after the other. water

One of such Knights swung his battle axe with relative ease, cutting her off as the stairway cracked and shattered from the intensity of the force.

Mila easily dodged that, a scaly, bulky armoured tail Protruding out of her back in the process.

She snickered, curling round the axe and moving forward as two more charged in, their spears aimed for her head.

"Master Skill! Pole of Liberty!"

They choruses as a golden light emitted from their spears.

A surge of energy, profound and blessed, struck out from the spears, suffusing the air in the golden afterglow as it struck Mila or attempted to.

Her body curled down just at the moment of impact, causing the spears to slip past her and slam against the stairs.

She suddenly twirled sideways while jumping into the air, sending her fist into the man at her right and her foot against the one at her left.

An explosion of energy occurred on impact, their bodies sent away by the mere force of clash as she charged forward in the blink of an eye.

One after the other, they stopped her, and one way or the other, she skidded out of their grasp, a step too quick for them to grab.

But with each step she came closer, the slower she became.

More and more Knights surrounded her, their weapons, obstacles to her goal, poking holes at her set pattern to get to the King.

She growled and hissed, her tail often slamming them away, but they closed in, faster and quicker. With more precise control of aura and swordplay.

The King stood at the far back, his gaze narrowed as he watched her in silence.

He looked up at the Headmaster.

"What are you doing? You see it struggling so capture it!"

He called out and the Headmaster, giving the King a single glance, charged in within a second.

Mila groaned on noticing his presence, attempting to slither off when he grabbed onto her, spinning in the air and slamming her against the ground with brute force.

"Don't think I let you pass because you thought you were skilled enough."

She groaned lightly, her masculine features deceiving the latter as she threw her legs upwards in an attempt to rid him.

He took a step back, dodging it and pulled her into the air, slamming her onto the ground on the other side.

With a deep grunt and flicker of annoyance in her eyes, she exuded an outburst of Miasma, causing the Headmaster to shift away by impulse.

There was no telling what Miasma did to the normal human, and from studies, none were ever revealed to be good.

The Miasma spread around her like a dome, causing the others to shift in an attempt to avoid any effects.

Just as they did, Mila prepared to charge in again, an outburst of flames surrounding her arms when a voice resounded in her head.

"Roundup. You've taken too much time, say your goodbyes and get down here. If not, they'll track us easily."

A sigh escaped her lips, and an unpleasant expression etched on her face.

Just then her gaze landed on the Headmaster, who raised a brow out of curiosity.

Something fell off when she suddenly charged forward at the King, an outburst of Miasma as she pulled out a katana from the back of her waist.

The Headmaster clicked his tongue, raising his arms in the air.

"10-tier Spell; Wall Force."

She rushed past the group of Knights before they could react, five quickly reaching out for their King as soon as she passed them.

"I should at least go with your head."

She said when a sudden vibration caught her off guard.

She had closed the distance between the King and herself in an instant, her arm stretched out for his face when a sudden force descended upon her like a war hammer.

It smashed her against the ground, blood choking out of her mouth as her head nearly went blank.

'What? The fuck is this force? It's easily handling my first transformation!'

She wondered when something smudged on her head. Something that spewed a vast amount of rage within her.

Her eyes dilated, and a grunt escaped her lips on realization, the subtle cackle of the King reaching her ears as he pushed his foot further on her head.

"Filthy demonic contractor. Thought you could get to me, huh?"

He chuckled as he suddenly kicked her across her face, just as a beam of light struck her figure.

"A return beam?" The Headmaster muttered in shock as he rushed towards her.

Mila glared up at the King, a crimson hue suffused in the depths of her eyes as her body disappeared with the light.

"You will pay for this, you Filthy King!"