I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

NORMAL POV

'Ciara Merlin, she's going to be a difficult one' Raph thought, taking the last bite of his sandwich, when they noticed the sounds of students chattering, dying down.

Their attention was drawn to the front of the Cafeteria, a wide opening with a raised platform, where a group of seven adults approached from a door by the sides of the Platform.

'Guess it is that time again,' Raph thought, drinking his tea for the final time and turning his attention to the seven adults.

Ciara also dropped her book to pay attention to the adults, while Elsie continued her meal, unperturbed by their presence.

"Is that the Headmaster?" Ciara asked, her tone laced with curiosity at the middle-aged man who stood in the middle of the seven adults.

He had a fiery appearance, with a scar that lined across his forehead, and a puffy beard around his chin.

He exuded an aura of foundational power and an upbringing that would leave people curious to know more.

He had sharp emerald eyes, and his dark black hair cascaded down his back, until his waist, tied to a low ponytail.

He was in an exquisite dull green suit, with a black coat that exuded a noble of high status, and the monocle on his left eye imprinted a scholarly aura around him.

'Rickson Dreau'. Raph thought, scanning through the other adults that caught the attention of the students present.

The Dreau household was the third vassal family of the Imperial family, and their Patriarch was the Headmaster of the Homeric Academy.

The vassal families were seven in number, and they were all equal in nobility, as a marquess or marchioness.

They were called vassal families because they once had an ancestor who was royalty. Meaning that they practically had blue blood in them, if only just a little.

The seventh family, Flione, was particularly different from the rest, as they had not just royal blood mixed in them but divine blood as well.

Rachael Jun was a member of this household, being related to both the Imperial family and the Divine family, and then she got married to Michaelo Jun, another member of the great families, and had his kids.

So practically, Raph was royalty in a sense, a minuscule, tiny fragment of a sense.

The Imperial, Flione, and Divine families acted friendly towards each other, referring to one another as cousins and encouraging intermarriage between each other now and then, and thus a somewhat friendly relationship remained between the King and the Jun's, at least up till the point he lost Phillip.

Standing at the sides of the Headmaster were two women and four men.

Each possesses a charisma of their own that would attract a crowd without many problems.

The first one at the far corner to the left was known as Professor James Crockwell, a baron under the 6th vassal family, Thrombone, a family in charge of Imperial military affairs.

He was a sketchy man with sunken, dark eyes, and messy dark pink hair that had been tied into a small ponytail.

His attire was a messy white buttoned shirt, breeches with a brown belt, white stockings, and brown buckled shoes.

He was a level 90 Staunt Warrior, and the professor in charge of Battle Arts and Imagery, a core course for students focusing on the Warrior's class. It helps students learn the fundamentals of fighting stances and styles and how to incorporate them during actual battles.

'It's a good course of course, and I ensured I applied for it this time'. Raph though, memories of his past life reeling in.

He had not done much in his past life, and he had decided to focus wholely on the Jun fighting style, but that would cause issues later on.

The Jun stance and movements focused on precision, speed, and power, applying force and causing quick damage within a short time frame while prolonging the lives of your opponents.

It was good, coupled with his wandering feet that he hardly used, but there was a serious problem– People were getting used to it.

He remembered how his eldest sister, Gloria, returned from battle and instructed him in his past life to incorporate elements in his battle style. A distinctive and systematic way of fighting is good, but without variables, it would be hard to use it to explore what other options it might bring for him.

After a bit of thought, he smiled as his gaze shifted to the next person, a woman with fiery red hair and onyx-red eyes with a red fire ignited within its depths.

The Professor of Magic Arts and Symbols, a level 92 Fire mage, and a powerful one at that, Professor Katherin Starblaze

She made waves during the war, and she continued to lead her mages to victory.

The downside would be the level cap she hit after three or four years during the war. She had become a burden to the Great Families and was sent back as support; it was inevitable, but her help on the battlefield was splendid.

She wasn't in any noble family as she rose from the level of a commoner within the school to the level of a tenured professor, who had gained the approval of the Headmaster.

Raph also took her classes as well. Of course, he was a swordsman at heart, so knowing more magic symbols, especially his specialization, would be necessary going forward since he wouldn't need to practice every magic he got his hands on but instead specialize in a few.

She wore a simple blouse and skirt, with a see-through pantyhose, her seductive figure palpable from her choice of clothing, and on top her head was a large Mage hat.

The third, next to Starblaze, was Professor Kazim Nakhr, a tenured professor from the north and a level 95 Marble Guardian.

His defenses were nearly impenetrable, and his attacks were as heavy as he looked.

A dark-toned man with a large build, dark hair, dark eyes, and solid skin.

He looked like a truck would get run over by him and not the other way around.

He was in similar clothing as James, his brown linen buttoned shirt and dark shade breeches covered with a gray coat that did nothing but enlarge his 213cm+ height.

He was the professor in charge of Combat and Physical fitness, and it was a major course that carried a lot of Course Points.

Course points were similar to Credits in major universities and it is the result of their hard work at the end of every semester.

From the other side, the right, a woman, with messy auburn hair intertwined and bound into a bun, with large round glasses covering her gorgeously tinted yellow eyes, and her showy form of clothing, with her blouse button undone, revealing her exploding bosoms, and her skimpy skirt which exuded such an allure.

Most of the Male freshers already had their eyes set on her from the moment she appeared.

She was Professor Rona Wittkins, the Professor of Alchemy and Potion Making. Her upbringing had been a delicate thing, as she is the only daughter of an Earl; though they tried, they failed terribly, unable to get her into society as a high-bred noble for marriage.

You could tell she was a rebel, and only did what was of her benefit, and apparently, becoming a woman who would be used for political reasons was not to her benefit.

She is a level 90 Great Alchemist.

Next to her were two more men, one with black hair and bright blue eyes and the other with a mix of black and velvet and piercing black eyes.

Directly next to her was the one with blue eyes. He was more built than Professor James Cockwell, and the professor that stood next to him, but he couldn't hold a candle to Professor Kazim Nakhr.

He was a noble as well, not from a vassal family, but a well-bred son of a noble, a viscount to be precise, Professor Roland Sunrise

He was a scholar from an early age, vast in skills that came with magic and he quickly began to level up after attending the academy in his first year.

A genius Level 93 Magic Swordsman, a rare profession, and he is the professor of Advanced and Complex Circles Theology. A course meant for mages from the third year.

The last of the six, with his black and velvet hairs forming locks down his shoulder, sparkling black eyes as they had never seen suffering, and a small black goatee on his chin, Professor Cadwin Junior stood in elegance.

He is the youngest amongst the professors, and a handsome one to booth, so finding female admirers from the students was within his scope. Just like the other men present, with their breeches and tucked buttoned shirts, he fit in perfectly, with his mix of black and dark velvet fabric colors.

His background was unknown, and it still was till now, but he had the respect of the Headmaster, so no one questioned his integrity.

He was a professor of Demonology and Beast History.

With that, every student halted in their activities, paying attention to the presence of the Headmaster and the fellow heads of each Lecturing department.

Tensions were rising, and young gazes were sparkling with intensity and vigor.

'The sight of youth is a blissful thing' Headmaster Dreau thought, a smile appearing on his face as he began.

"Good day, Students".