I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

With the sun's ambient rays descending on the field of grass with a gentle hue, thirty students and a lecturer were running across its greenery, their fatigue palpable from the beads of sweat that trailed down their foreheads and their weary panting diffusing in the air.

Many had lackluster expressions, but some were still filled with vigor, unperturbed by their circumstances.

These students were found in the front of their group, conversing with one another as they continued running down the field.

At least, it was almost over.

"Isn't ten a little too overbearing? I'm surprised how some students are even catching up" Darell spoke up after a bit of silence, while Raph glanced behind them.

"Well, there are others that don't seem to be bothered by it. Mr. Bishop probably has his reasons for doing this on his first day".

"Really? I feel like he was just bored, though," Darell said with a sigh; looking up towards their Lecture Theater, he could spot a specific golden-haired elf staring down at them from the Silver class.

"Hah….Raffaelo, do you believe in love at first sight?" Darell asked, his thoughts wondering for the first time in a while.

Raph's gaze flickered as a certain unpleasant memory appeared. He quickly shoved it away before it blossomed into something more.

"Love…can be a really dangerous thing, don't you think?" He asked after keeping silent for a while.

Darell was left in contemplation after that. "Maybe?"

"What we need to do for now, Darell is to grow to our limits, and when we reach that limit, break it and continue.

Our goals are important, but I won't deny that having someone you can lean on at any time in your life isn't important.

If you think you've found someone like that, then I would advise you to find a way to make it blossom. As for me," Raph's eyes lingered on Elsie as she turned another meter ahead of them in an attempt to catch up with their Lecturer.

A small smile appeared on his face.

"...As for me. I shall reach the zenith first, but if my emotions for a girl turn into something else, then I wouldn't mind taking her to the zenith with me".

Darell was left in deep contemplation after that. Perhaps it was difficult to believe they were of the same age, but that was something he didn't expect to hear from someone who seemed 'power obsessed'.

"So, you want to start by building your club?"

"Of course! Only the elites shall be accepted. And I want you six to be my executives.

Though I wasn't expecting Elsie to join in" He replied with a chuckle.

"A club with six first years and a single second year….I'm curious to see whether or not it will work". Darell looked away from the Lecture Theater as they turned around another corner.

"Perhaps it will, perhaps it won't. I'm your Class Monitor remember, it might work if I do it right". Raph said, a smile forming on his lips as a series of thoughts clouded his mind.

He looked up to the sky, enjoying the ambient sunshine that failed to increase his body temperature to the point where sweat would drop.

The ambient beams were gentle, and they caressed the students present in a melodic hue.

'Hah…what a beautiful day'.

Behind Raph, Darell, and Jane were Javier, his two male friends, and Royce; behind those four, were Jonny and the three Imperial Male vassals.

Behind those three were Ciara, the rest of the male students, and Alicia, and behind those were the rest of the girls leading with Canary.

At the back of the group was, sadly, the Royal princess. Her hair was disheveled, and her expression was breathless as she struggled to keep up while Rana adjusted her pace to assist her at any time.

Princess Meadow found herself in a rather disadvantageous situation.

As royalty, she wasn't allowed to bathe, walk, or do any form of physical tasks without the help of servants, but at the moment, she was tasked with the most difficult of them all. Running.

'Hah! What is the meaning of this?! I can ask for that lecturer's head after this, you know!' She cried out in her head, panting haphazardly as she stopped to take a breather.

Rana stopped next to her, adjusting the princess's hair to the back and handing a bottle of water to her.

"Ha…Ha…Th…a…Ha…Than…k… " Before she could even complete her statement, she grabbed the bottle and gobbled the water inside.

The bottle had a scaly sensation to the touch, and firm intricate patterns to its design. It could have sold for a thousand golden coins in an auction house.

"How many laps now?" She asked, her panting steadily dropping as she gave it back to Rana.

The young girl locked the tip and placed it in a sub pouch.

"Your 5th princess".

She answered begrudgingly, her hands gripped tightly by her side. She couldn't phantom why her princess would decide to join in this silly race.

She was royalty, and she could have easily avoided such embarrassment but Lana was aware of her Princess's resolve.

She was very different from her siblings, and she would have made a fine Queen.

Just the thought caused a bitter curse to escape from her lips.

Princess Meadow looked up to Lana, her petite figure palpable, though she had found someone even shorter than her in their class.

"Are you thinking about making me Queen again?" She asked as she took small steps forward, before turning it into a jog.

Rana followed after her, careful to maintain her pace. "...you…you always know what I'm thinking of" She replied with a sigh while Meadow looked away, her thoughts reeling in.

'Because I do'.

Yes, for a matter of fact, Meadow Swamstorm had been born with the innate ability to hear voices.

As the Princess of a Kingdom led by a greedy King and over-ambitious siblings, she had been exposed to a lot of unnecessary thoughts and deeds from the tender age of one.

She had quickly developed her ability to speak, talk, and hear thanks to these constant voices, but the ability to walk and perform various tasks on her own occurred naturally.

She became smarter than most of her peers, learning things faster than others, understanding how concepts worked, and knowing when a particular concocted plan would take place.

Though her abilities had a limit, similar to Jun's traits, how it is applied depends on her abilities.

As a member of the Royal family who had been cursed from the system, she was left with the option of forming a circle or a star, and she easily chose the circle over the star.

At the moment, she was a 6th circle Magician, and she could hear the thoughts of those with a lesser circle or aura than her or those from level 59 below.

As for those that are at the same level as her or higher than her, she can only use it limitedly. Perhaps once or twice a day or within ten to five seconds, all of this had been long calculated by her and she knew the full extent of her abilities.

And that was why she had decided to join the race. Her thoughts reeled in recalling how a specific student she had been paying close attention to thought about how weak she was physically, and she had resolved herself to prove him wrong.

'Though he isn't even looking this way' She thought, turning towards the left where the other students had reached.

She was over two hundred meters behind and had a lot to cover up in total.

'Raffaelo Jun' Her lips curled up into a smile as she increased her pace. Ever since the banquet five years ago, the name Raffaelo Jun has become one of her favorite words.

He thought differently from other kids, and he was funny. She would still laugh each time she remembered how he insulted the King in his face, even though it was in his thoughts.

She found that amusing and wished to know more about him, though, as a princess, she was limited to just acting outside his bubble.

'We'll connect eventually. It's inevitable'.

Her thoughts formed an image of a golden browned haired man with a crown.

Her father, the King, and her smile turned upside down into a scowl.

'I won't let him do as he pleases'.

Her father was someone who had decided not to wield the sword or learn magic as he was chosen from the start to become the King.

His greedy nature grew as he grew, and he became a vicious King who seized what he wanted behind the scenes.

And at that moment, he had his eyes set on Raph.

'I would rather he served me, than that useless brother of mine'. Just the thought of her elder brother, Julian forced her vibrant features to turn cold, causing Rana next to her to shiver and flinch.

All her father's plans were in her head, everything that her father knew, and everything he planned out for the future, every password he used, every spy he made use of, every family he had killed, every woman he had seized.

Her father's whole being was in her head, especially the Blue Rose.