I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

"...you're my man"

A red blush formed on his cheeks as he turned away from her intensified gaze again. He just couldn't with her at the moment.

'What is she thinking, saying things like that? Her man? The fuck does that mean?'.

His thoughts had been muddled by her statement, and now he was forced to think of something else.

However, there wasn't enough time as the freshers began to hurry to find a seat as a man walked in, heading towards the podium in front of the Lecture Hall.

'It's that time again, I guess. Is this how it feels to see old classmates again?' He thought, lost in the bittersweet feeling.

He couldn't help it. He was in this Academy for a different reason, and he wasn't the same softie as he was in the past.

'Let's just do the things that need to be done. There's no point in seeking revenge on innocent children.

Indeed. They had not yet bullied or treated him badly in this life. At least, he wouldn't seek revenge without a valid reason, and for now, none existed.

Professor James Crockwell stood on the podium, placing a book on a table, and walking behind towards a large whiteboard that spread nearly throughout the cemented wall.

"Good day, Freshers! I am Professor Crockwell, and I will be your Homeroom teacher for the first session". Discover stories with empire

He announced, and a bit of chatter from the students caused a wave of noise that subsided as it began.

Most were wondering why the Head of a Department would act as their homeroom teacher when they were just freshers.

Others already had a vague reason why, and very few could already come up with a conclusion for the reason.

Raph was, of course, one of these few.

Looking around the LT, he began to pinpoint the reasons.

'Seven students of the great families, five from the Imperial vassal family, one from the Imperial family and one more, a daughter of a Chieftain, and practically two Elven royalties'.

He thought to himself, his gaze narrowing as his thoughts reeled in.

'This is very different from my past life'.

In his past life, only five members of the great families attended, including a single Elven royalty; the Imperial vassal families were the same, and so was the Imperial family.

'It's already enough that I have to deal with Elsie, but the purple-haired girl, what was her name again? Sop–Sora? Sophai? Sophia? Sophia!'. He concluded in his mind, his gaze fixed on a petite-looking girl with velvet hair and lilac eyes, her attention fixed on the board, and her current location would be the other end of the LT, at the back.

He had no idea of how strong she was at the moment, not to mention her skills, but for some reason, she gave off the feeling of sorcery and the incomprehensible magic that he had only heard of. It was odd as those were the abilities of the Arcanus household.

They made use of sorcery and necromancy on the battlefield.

'Now that I think about it, the necromancy profession is pretty rare'.

As someone who has been through life once and is now going through it again, he could deduce a few things from fixing bits and pieces together to get a clearer image.

At the moment, he was aware of the Catastrophe that would occur at the end of the session, when the Arcanus household would strike and murder over a hundred from the total population of students in school.

The mysteries that surrounded the Arcanus households were broken, and nothing more was disclosed after their family disbandment.

With all these special characters, the Academy must have seen fit to post a Head of Department as our homeroom teacher as a method of helping us grow and keeping us (great families) in check. However, families such as the Imperial family were in a class on their own. They had authority over the students and other lecturers who weren't on the stage of professors.

Raph turned his gaze from Sophia to the Imperial Princess, Princess Meadow, and two body currents, who were in the same year as them, Cricken Royce and Rana Lana, two level 25 students on the surface, but Raph was aware of their true levels.

After all, his eyes let him easily see through most lies. It seemed like the boy, Royce was actually a level 60, and the girl, Lana, was a level 65.

How they got to such high levels, when they were just 15 might not necessarily be a wonder to him, and the source of the artifact they used to hide their true levels from even the lecturers was also a wonder to him, not that he cared.

'They're weak anyways'.

He's dealt with a higher level than that, Gonzalo Jean was his first system user enemy, and he was a difficult opponent, to say the least.

With a sigh, he was about to turn back to Professor Crockwell's nonchalant speech when his eyes flickered for a moment as Meadow turned around to stare straight at him.

She was seated with her bodyguards at the far front, on the other side of the LT.

Her face was expressionless for a moment, but her curiosity was palpable from the intensity in her eyes.

'The fuck is this bitch staring at'. He thought to himself when the princess's face softened, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she turned away instantly.

He was left in a daze, his mind replaying the event that had just taken place, and a strange thought formed in his head.

This wasn't the first time she responded to him as if he was speaking to her. '....can she read minds?'

"Anyways! I won't bore you any longer with my small talk!" Professor Crockwell ended his lackadaisical speech, his gaze scanning the Lecture hall.

"Before your first class begins, we will need to pick a Class Monitor. Is there anyone up for the challenge or is there someone you would wish to recommend?"

The class became noisy right after that. This was something that Raph was expecting as well, and though he was planning on changing things in his life, becoming a Class Monitor wasn't particularly one of them for now, or so he thought.

'The prefect system in the Academy comes with unnecessary responsibility, and it'll limit my freedom even more.'

There was a distinctive system of students that held prefect positions or prefect-like positions.

An example would be the Hostel Prefects; they were ten in number, five for the boy's side and five for the girl's. They were chosen during the first lecture week by the Seniors.

How they went about choosing them was still unknown to him, after all, he had a habit of avoiding prefectship as a plague in his past life.

'Maybe I'll try being a Hostel Monitor in this life though.' He thought. Unlike the rest of the Prefects, the Hall Monitors had more freedom, giving them the authority to enter any Hostels as it is their job.

Other than the Hostel Monitors, there were Socials Monitors, Club Monitors, Hall Monitors, and then the Student Body Council.

The Student Body Council acted more than just a body for specific student positions of prefects; its purpose served on a much grander scheme.

Its authority could suspend, expel, and disband groups. They could penalize students on their conduct, recommend facilities that were almost always built, as well as penalize Lecturers.

Their authority was something Raph was baffled by even in his past life, as how would the Headmaster willingly give such authority to the students?

It was currently made of the Student Body President, Vice president, Secretary, Treasurer, and Historian, with minor positions held for different circumstances and events within the Academy.

The current Vice president would be his sister, Rebecca Jun, and the president, surprisingly, was a familiar figure, Phestus Greenhorn.

The treasurer was also his sister, Thalia Jun, a 3rd year, while the other two, the secretary and Historian, Tiffany Kane, a level 70 Water Warlock and Romeo Gutz, a level 73 Knight, respectively, were both 4th years.

'Speaking of Greenhorn'. Raph thought, ignoring the chatter occurring in the class and searching for one more individual.

'I remembered he had a brother, though it was unknown to some people,' He thought when he felt a soft breeze behind his left ear.

Flinching, he snapped towards his left, his gaze flickering with intensity as a light red covered his cheeks to find Elsie leaning in, her cheeks puffed and her body leaning in, causing her soft parts to linger on the side of his body.

"I saw you staring at the princess. Do you like princesses more than Chieftain's daughters?" She asked, her tone laced with curiosity and another emotion that her puffy cheeks couldn't hide– Jealousy.

He shook his in confusion.

"No-No, I do not! Now sit up".

Pushing her a little, he finally found some breathing room. 'Hah geez, she's too much'. He thought turning his attention away from her when he noticed the students emerging from their seats to the podium.

'Oh?'

Right there, next to a white-haired boy with black eyes, was a brown-haired boy with a pair of hazelnut eyes. He exuded a cool and calculated aura around him, and his expression was a firm smile, something that hid the darkness within his heart.

He looked like a replica of his elder brother, and the only difference would be their demeanor and, most especially, the freckles on his face.

"Oh?" He muttered, baffled by what his eyes showed him.

It was quite different, something that shocked him, and so, though he was an expert at maintaining his expression.

What his eyes showed him was a darkness, a darkness deep and ancient, something that grew within and flowed through him like a third circular system, and took the place of mana.

'Dark mana'.