I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 419- Festival 150- Raid on a Rainy Night 89

Chapter 419 -419- Festival 150- Raid on a Rainy Night 89

Rita’s pupils flickered with intensity while she took in the sight in silence.

Her body frozen in place– half lost in the sea of her thoughts.

Nearly drowned in its intensity and waves.

It spewed into her brain, spiralling out like an open fountain.

Rushing in without a dam to tame it.

Then the questions came.

‘How? When?’

The images flashed.

Memories of their figures a moment before the separation.

Their final effort was to get the students away from the Hostels.

‘Why are they….no, they shouldn’t be…’

Her arms trembled as her legs buckled.

She fell to her knees with her head lowered to her knee.

Her voice soon broke out in sobs.

Tears streamed down her face to her palms while her body quivered to the tug of her emotions.

The others watched in silence.

Absorbing the sight while their hearts beat with a calm hue.

It was an unfortunate occurrence yes. Surprising too, chillingly so for that matter.

But it wasn’t unexpected.

Death was natural on the battlefield. A matter that would have happened to anyone within the claws of conflict.

Though, what they had not expected was who death would choose.

‘The Professors, seriously?’ Raph thought to himself, as he glanced around.

Bodies after bodies of Masked figures were clearly strewn aside.

‘At least, they had died fighting.’

The masked figures were at least at the 70th Level, but even they were difficult to completely curb.

They all possessed skills.

Skills that would have been helpful in a time like this, and for the fact that these two had somehow survived the crisis while killing a lot of them.

‘It only means they fought till the end.’

Now, that was memorable.

“Hah…” He muttered slowly as he glanced at Rita. “Rita….mourning is natural for the dead, but at a time like this. It would be best if we push it.”

Rita’s body jerked.

Her sobs turned into stifled stutters as she raised her head.

She glanced back at him, her gaze low. Expressions, sunken.

Her lips shook. Opening apart as words slowly stitched together…

“I…I was there. I sent them with the others…” She paused. Sucking in air while swallowing the lump that hung dry in her throat.

“What if they got the others too?”

“Oh?” Raph muttered.

Slowly, turning to Elsie who had been silent with an arched brow.

His thoughts reeled in.

‘Is she not crying because of their deaths?’

He turned back to her.

“They should be fine. We’ll get to the Cafeteria anyway after we find the source of the commotion.” He explained. “Their bodies aren’t here, Rita. They certainly survived.”

Rita shook her head. “Oh please…” she mumbled slightly.

“I left Carl in charge…and he was with the Lecturer…..knowing him…”

Her voice cut off as the sobs came haunting once more.

Muffled by her arms that held her mouth closed while tears flowed down in waterworks.

It was the obvious conclusion.

After all, if they were still this many here, how many more went after the students?

‘Hah…shit….if these many went after the students then they’ll all be as good as dead.’

Raph realised while he planted his hand on his forehead.

He closed his eyes briefly, before opened them.

‘But that’s only if they made it there.’

He whipped his head back as the scene before them.

Inspecting. Observing. Searching.

Taking much more time than he had before.

Elsie, ever so sensitive, easily noticed his sudden intrigue and glanced around as well.

Moving her head about while her lips parted open.

“Wha– What is it, Raph?” She asked.

Silence hung at the end of her question.

Filled only by the stifled cries of Rita, who had also been invested in Raph’s sudden behaviour.

“The Professors aren’t dumb.”

He stated with a sigh while he walked to one of the bodies of the masked figures.

It had lain on its abdomen in a pool of its own blood. Its head darted inward by something blunt. Sharp, even.

He bent low and touched it. Felt it, and pulled his arm away from it.

Stroking the dried blood with disinterest, his gaze darted forward.

Behind the fallen bodies, and in front of the walkway that led to the Cafeteria building.

Raph peered at it for a moment before a smile played on his lips.

A satisfied one, in fact.

He turned back to the girls.

“He would have known when a fight was too much for him.”

Rita’s expression wrinkled for a moment.

A slight pang of realisation as her sobs came to a valid pause.

“…ye…yes, you’re right.” She glanced at the bodies, the female especially.

“And Professor Rona wasn’t with us at the time…”

“No, she was with us,” Elsie interjected. “She assisted in quelling the Masked figures while the students escaped…together…”

At a few spots, she could find bodies that weren’t adorned in black or the mask.

Lecturers.

Her conclusion drove.

Who else would have fought with the Professors to stop the Masked figures?

“with the lecturers….Hah….” Elsie’s tone rose for a moment. Her head snapped towards Raph.

“You’re implying that they stopped all these people from going further?”

“I’m not implying, Elsie…” Raph smirked as he turned back to the front of the walkway.

There it stood.

The shield that represented Kazim Nakhir. The Marble Guardian.

A protector in a time of chaos.

“It’s all facts.” He concluded. “There’s no way any of these people could have made their way through…and if they were any, Rona must have taken care of it.”

Rita lit up in realisation. Information dawned on her as she rose to her feet.

Adjusting her dress with an awkward gesture.

“You’re trying to say that the others are alright, aren’t you?”

She said with her fingers cutting off the tear trails on her face.

With a sniff, she pulled herself back together.

She glanced at the bodies one last time.

Bowed. Walked around and continued down the walkway.

The others watched in silence, Raph nearly breaking out a laughter as they walked after her.

“You weren’t mourning their deaths?”

“They were Professors. Mourning them is natural, especially since they were on our side, but the students…” Rita replied without turning back. “…their lives are only starting. We can’t let them die.”

Raph turned to Elsie, a smug look on their face.

‘She was scared that Carl died…’

They concluded.

While they walked down the pathway, nearly a distance away from the scene.

A hum of vibration shook the air.

Low, pulsating with an aura of collapse around it.

The trio were immediately locked on the sound, turning their heads towards the source in unison.

A few distances away, the Hostel Buildings of classes four and five stood.

Just as it had always been.

Unlike the others which had suffered under the chaos that ensued within them, this one didn’t.

It was a far cry from the others. A lot better.

In fact, there were no traces of battle or conflict.

Just a steady pulsation of the dome that surrounded the buildings.

Next to it was the Third Year Building.

A hole existed on one of the walls facing Year Four, but the rest of it was fine.

The students, though, were nowhere to be found.

While their attention originally landed on the dimming dome of light, a part of it also shifted the silence suffusing Year Three.

Elsie, first spotting it.

Her ears twitched ever so slightly.

“The year three students… they’re not inside.” She muttered.

Rita, who had been fixated on the dispersing dome, pulled her attention to the Third.

A small curve to her lips.

“I didn’t think they would. They must have left during the conflict.”

“Left?” Elsie muttered. “To where?”

“With the chaos…”

Images of a moment passed flashed through her thoughts.

“Though, I wonder if they had left before or after the battle with the Masked figures.”

Raph’s expression nudged slightly.

“If they were that many, then it may be efficient to postulate that they helped the Professors in dealing with the rest of the Masked men.”

“Agreed.” The girls chorused.

“Though, I think we should be more concerned with this…for now.”

This, he referred to was the dimming dome of light.

With the influence of the mana reflux, it was no surprise that the spell cast by the Masked figures to seal the seniors in their respective Dormitories would come to an end.

It may have been a matter of how long the dome would last, but as of now, they could easily postulate that it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“If the seniors are back in the game…”

“Then the entire battle would be capsized. There won’t be any more death….just a thorough victory.” Elsie interjected.

Raph had remained silent till the end.

Just a slow recalibration of the events thus far, and the future plans underway.

He had intended to find the source of Mila’s death, but now, they seemed to have been mixed up with more than just one unexpected scenario.

While the dome that sealed the seniors had made things difficult for the juniors, the fact remained that at the moment, the Juniors had rounded up most of the attackers.

It was like he said to Morris when he first attacked.

‘We truly never needed them.’

His thoughts rang for a second.

Deaths may have been prevented, and perhaps Mila’s death would have been faster…No. Knowing those two, in the presence of unfathomable individuals such as Rebecca Jun, and many others within the fifth year, they would have taken a different route.

‘Meaning, we may have never killed Mila if they weren’t sealed….but in another sense.’

He sighed. ‘We may have killed them quicker…and avoided a lot more deaths.’

Not that it mattered now.

After all, most had been preoccupied with tasks of their own to pay enough attention to the higher classes.

The Year Three students, who were exactly next to them, had chosen to walk away from the whole thing.

The death of their Professors, and even the seals around the Hostels.

‘Was that done purposely….No, I hardly doubt it.’

It was irrational not to try and find a way to hold those who would have quelled the vengeful flames that burnt the Academy alive.

‘They must have tried… but failed…’

Still, it was merely an assumption that could lead to a conclusion.

“Raph?”

Elsie’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Like a stone thrown at a glass. Shattering it, not in a sense of literal loss of focus, but more in the way that he pulled out of the depth of his own thinking.

He glanced at her. A smile formed on his face.

‘I haven’t had time for her, have I?’

“Yes?” He replied.

She licked her lips while her gaze drifted to the buildings.

“What do you suggest we do? Wait for the dome to disappear completely and ask the Seniors for help?”

“Is that seriously a question?” Rita interjected with a scoff. “Let’s wait. We’ve dealt with enough. Any more would be troublesome.”

Both now stared at Raph. Waiting.

Their eyes blurred slightly. A kind of plea dawning in their eyes.

But each with a clear difference.

Most would be unable to tell, but Raph’s trait. I SEE YOU, had been evolving in ways that he couldn’t explain.

He saw right through them. Their hearts, their bodies, and their souls.

With a huff of his chest, he turned back, then looked away and commenced his step forward.

“We’re all in the same predicament, don’t forget that.”

They followed after him in silence. Willingly or unwillingly.

“The mana reflux affected everyone…. If it comes down to raw power, then most of us are no different.

Especially with the appearance of the Third Years.”

Rita scoffed. Rolling her eyes with a bitter expression.

Elsie smirked. Her tail, wagging behind her in excitement.

“So….same old?”

Raph nodded in silence while they continued on their way.

So what if they were set free?

Only a handful of them actually had battle experience without mana or aura.

The battlefield was no place for an unprepared rat.

Especially one thrown at them in the middle of the night.

Nothing changed.

They would still go and find Mila’s killers and find the other students with time.

Rounding everyone up, once again.

He let the decision sink in with a grin.

His thoughts, playing the same tune.

‘We don’t need them.’

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