I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

The five contestants for the position of Class Monitors stood on the podium with their Homeroom teacher, Professor Crockwell, standing in front of them.

He backed away from them, and five stacks of paper floated in front of him as the students held on in anticipation.

From the stacks of paper, one was particularly higher than the rest, while one seemed to be more than just lesser than the rest.

Curiosity and suspense were etched on their figures, as they looked on with intense stares.

'Oh, this is the thing with kids. They get excited over flimsy things like this….' Raph thought, his smirk never leaving his face. He was staring at the ambient rays of the sun that perfused through the glass windows, causing a warm yet cool semblance upon the Lecture theater.

It was an ethereal yet grounded sight, as the expressions from the students reminded him of how human this lecture theater was.

'Well, the professor should say the results already; things may get dicey if he doesn't.' He thought when he felt a thug on his sleeve.

His eyes flickered as he tilted his head downwards towards the slightly averagely tall boy, Jonny Greenhorn, at least for a 15-year-old.

"You must be Raffaelo Jun," The boy said with a smile, his freckles doing wonders to his expression.

'Oh, that's cute…' Raph thought. "Yeah. And I suppose you are a Greenhorn? You look a lot like Phestus".

Jonny nodded. "I get that a lot. I'm his younger brother, Jonny Greenhorn".

They shook hands, and Raph could feel and see a subtle amount of dark mana trying to permeate through. His gaze darkened but his expression remained neutral.

"It's nice to meet you, Jonny; I hope we both have fun this first semester."

Jonny chuckled, retreating his hands as they both focused on their Professor.

'Did he not feel that?' Jonny thought, glancing at the Raph. 'Forget it; there's no way he could have.' His smile widened a little and a subtle darkness within his gaze flickered for just a moment.

"Alright then, your votes have come in, and I will now announce the result".

With his voice sending waves through the air, their bodies tensed unconsciously and beads of sweat began to form on some of their heads.

It was hilarious; they weren't even contestants, but the fear of your vote not counting would make you sulk.

"Coming out fifth is Jonny Greenhorn, with a total of three votes…..".

There was a bit of murmur but nothing more, no one understood why he even recommended himself, but the result was inevitable.

Jonny sighed, but his smile never left his place as he said. "well, maybe next time".

'There won't be a next time, though,' Raph thought in response, his smirk widening a little.

"...coming out fourth is Canary Yellowstone, with four votes...".

The murmur this time was practically from three girls, of which all were system users and also close friends of hers.

'What? Did they really think she would win?' Raph thought with a sigh, as the whole class ignored their complaints.

Canary had a wry smile on her face, but nonetheless, she remained composed.

"....coming out third is Alicia Berry, with five votes….".

There wasn't much of a response, but the number of her votes was impressive nonetheless.

Now, the moment of truth.

"...coming out second is…." Professor Crockwell stopped, taking a look through his class and then turning behind to glance at the contestants as if purposely trying to prolong it.

After what seemed like forever but was merely five seconds, the students began to raise complaints, with unsatisfied expressions.

Professor Crockwell in response, chuckled, amused by their reaction as he continued.

'Kids these days can't take a joke?' He thought to himself.

"....Javier Wright, with six votes".

The response was rather emphatic as some students, Male and female, stood up from their seats to express their disappointment with the results.

They didn't need the Professor to announce the winner since it had been laid bare and for some reason, they couldn't allow this.

"Why are we letting the Princess dictate who we vote for?" One of the standing students, a boy with red hair and red eyes, Yon Duke, a level 27 healer and one of Javier's friends said in annoyance.

"This is unacceptable! Only a system user can lead us". Another raised his voice, a boy with black and green hair, and green eyes. Gregory Rockinson, a level 25 Guardian.

Other than them, two more also proclaimed their disapproval of the votes. Two girls, one with blue hair and eyes, and the other with black hair and eyes.

Aurora Phean and Lucy Zachary, a level 23 mage and level 22 knight, respectively.

Raph found this ironic, as these students expressing their disapproval were members of Javier's cohort in his past life.

They became a proud bunch after Javier became the President, and they assisted in his tyranny.

There was nothing much the great families could do at the time since he had risen to power within school grounds, but even after graduation, with the occurrence of rapid gate openings, Javier's absurd reign became nothing but a school story.

'What an absurd bunch. It's best to reduce their self-confidence a little but that may just incite them more into removing me as the Monitor'. Raph thought as Professor Crockwell raised his right hand to silence the students, though their stubbornness made them persist.

"Silence". The lethargic tone in his voice had transformed into an authoritative and powerful tone as it sent a cold shiver down the spines of the students.

The four students in question froze, their displeasure palpable as they clenched their teeth.

"Seat down". He instructed, and they listened to him, instantly taking their seats.

With a sigh, he rubbed his temples. "The first Monitor Election is taken without prior notice and only after your orientation so you can take your time to learn more about your classmates and choose amongst that classmate based on the trust you were able to build in them.

We gave you the chance to choose your leader, and you have chosen, so what exactly do you want me to do? Change it? Make your candidate win? Don't make me laugh. Life was never given to the majority, and you system users should be aware of that by now".

His statement was a painful truth that the students had to swallow down with a bitter aftertaste.

What could they do about it? Nothing.

Silence suffused the classroom once again, as Professor Crockwell continued.

"The class monitor for the first-year Gold class is Raffaelo Jun, with 12 votes".

Half of the class clapped in response while the other half barely held themselves back from exclaiming in protest.

'Well, at least school is going to be fun,' Raph thought when Professor Crockwell turned towards him.

"Raffaelo, would you like to pick your Deputy or should the next become deputy?".

Raph glanced at the students standing next to him, their expectant gazes locked on him, well all but one.

Javier Wright's expression at the moment was a cold smile that suffused beautifully with his perfectly shaped face.

His eyes hid the darkness within, and his thoughts were well hidden from his facial expression.

'Hm, the bastard is creepy as always,' Raph thought, turning his attention to the silver-haired girl with blue eyes. Her hair was tied into a bun, and five locks of it fell over the side of her face.

"Alicia Berry, would you like to be my deputy?" He asked, his tone reminiscent of a soldier.

The girl flinched, her eyes flickering with uncertainty and confusion. She gulped slowly, nodding in response. "If you wouldn't mind my company, then I would love to, Young Master Raffaelo".

Raph waved his hand in the air. "None of that. Call me Raph. We'll be working together from now on, after all".

A slight blush hinted on the girl's cheek as her eyes flickered, turning away from his gorgeous features.

"Um, hm" She nodded in response, playing with the helm of her skirt.

With a satisfied smile, Raph turned his attention towards Professor Crockwell.

"Well, I've chosen as you've seen". He said.

Professor Crockwell was left with a blank expression on his face. His dark eyes shimmered ever so slightly, as a sigh exuded his lips. 'It seems I can't read him'. The man thought. Professor Crockwell was always an observant man, and he could pick out certain characteristics from people by their actions, but at this moment, what he could read from Raph, was what Raph exposed himself.

There was nothing hidden, and his intentions seemed solely based on his logic.

'What a terrifying kid' he thought, as he raised his hand in the air to dismiss them

"To your seats then".

The five students retreated to their seats, their thoughts swirling in their minds on the event that had just taken place.

"Alright then. With the end of the voting phase, we will now begin your lecture.

Class Monitor and Deputy, ensure you meet with the School Council after classes to register your names and get your badge.

Your next lecturer shall come in as soon as I leave. I'm sure you know this already, but we've wasted more time than we were supposed to.

The Silver and Bronze classes must have started a while ago".

He arranged the textbooks that he had brought in and picked them up from the table.

"I must remind you of one thing.

Good conduct and good grades are what you need to remain in the Gold class.

If you act irrationally, and let your class get to your head, then you will be demoted to the next class". He took a brief pause as he scanned the expressions of the thirty students he was in charge of. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir!". The students chorused in unison as Professor Crockwell stepped out, while another lecturer walked in as soon as he left.

A man of tall stature, and broad shoulders.

He was in a black t-shirt that clung to his muscular features, and knickerbockers, with a greatsword hung over his back.

"Good day, students; I will be starting your lecture on Physical Ed. My name is Crown Bishop, and I hope you do well to remember me". He said with a smile as he climbed up the podium and scanned through the classroom.

A small chatter began as they acknowledged his presence with their subtle responses.

"Fine then! First hurdle of the day…."

"Huh? Hurdle?" One of the students, Sonia Locks, a friend of Canary asked in a confused tone while the Lecturer smiled at her.

"400-meter race Warm up! Everyone to the fields!"

A pin-drop silence descended on the Class as they stared at the man in utmost dismay.

"Whaaaaatttt???"