I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Chapter 378- Festival 109- Raid on a Rainy Night 48
The Great Families were feared– reverenced for many things, but three of which stood out to the others the most.

The first was their deep-rooted history, the tales of the 12 Heroes and the goddess Mayura. How she had come to the world bearing the gift of the System for the common people when twelve ordinary humans had surpassed their humanity and attained something else. The use of energy as a fuel for their abilities was merely a compliment to the array of skills they had learnt at the time.

It was because of this that they stood out through history, prolonged their bloodline and thus became the twelve most powerful families in the kingdom.

The second was their skills. Their sword arts, weapon Mastery, and magic spells. Passed down through lines of descendants. Stretched. Warn out and Upgraded every few centuries.

The nature of their skills came about after constant use and disuse. A matter of evolution that fostered their techniques into the world– a shattering phenomenon.

Techniques that rivalled the skills gifted to them by the System.

The third was their power. The final and most feared induced property that made them nearly untouchable to all.

Power wasn’t merely a concept to them. It was a fact– a tangible reality that was written in their blood and sweat.

A powerful member of the Great Family wasn’t just considered on par with the rest. They were already assumed to be far superior to them.

This alone was more than enough reason for them to easily get disliked by others. Those who saw them as symbols of perfection. A reminder of their constant flaws. Their need for buffs to get to an inkling of their true form.

It was incomprehensible to some and unacceptable to many.

Katherin Starblaze. A magical genius in her own right was one of the latter, and the scene that unfolded before her only deepened it.

She had stood at a distance away from the scene.

Expression riddled with uncanny anger. Veins popping at her scalp, arms twitching in her clenched fist. Eyes glaring with the venom of a viper.

Her mana swirled violently within her. Bubbling with the boiling blood that pulsates through her veins.

The scene of mockery and destruction.

A boy who haven’t even reached adulthood in human age. Yet, wielding enough power to disrupt her plans in a matter of seconds.

The flying balls of flames coated in silver lightning. Arrows that projected in the air like winged sparrows. Whipping through the air with a metallic ring. Projecting with such intensity that it would rip the eardrums of anyone who stood too close to it.

And a spear that was constantly projected at her subordinates.

It all played out like a screen recorder. The sound of explosions, and screams. The incoming barrage of magical attacks. Fireballs. Mana beams. Water blast. Earthquakes. Wind slam.

The multiple barrages continued to lay waste to the Academy’s environment, leaving more and more room for Darrell Silvan to strike on an unbeknownst member.

She watched it all play. Let it burn in her eyes. A solid reminder of her goal. The Fire that burned deeply within.

The thought alone caused her to scoff. Not to what occurred around her but to herself.

‘All these emotions. For a child? And he isn’t even Raffaelo Jun.’

Raffaelo Jun. The bane of her spine. The hindrance to her success.

Katherin would nearly see him in the mix of chaos, plunging her subordinates– his once trusted Lecturers into the abyss of death.

Not an ounce of emotion on his cold face. Not a flick of hesitancy in his pale, white eyes.

She gripped harder. Firmer, her legs moving before she could think when an arm placed gently on her shoulder.

In a snap, she whipped her gaze behind, magic wand in hand as she pointed it at the figure.

“Wow. Wow, there. Katherin. It’s just me.”

Her expression twisted. A scowl formed on her face as she pulled her weapon back.

“Roland. What is it?”

She turned away, wand ready, as a surge of mana erupted out of her body.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He asked, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips as he circled around her, folding his arms in the chaos around.

Her scowl deepened, a flicker of movement appearing in her peripheral.

She turned towards the source, and her scowl eased. Her lips formed a thin line.

“What’s going on, Crown?” She asked with a sigh.

Crown sighed as he walked towards the duo, scratching the back of his head while his thoughts reeled in.

“We have to go, Katherin. You know facing these students was never part of the plan.”

Katherin raised a brow. “It’s just one.” She replied, her tone low and sharp.

She had watched from the sidelines, too many times while her subordinates went in for her. But each time she attempted to intercept, she was stopped by her own colleagues. A constant reminder drilling into her skull about her importance in the rebellion.

It enraged her.

Her Arma curled tightly at the thought as her gaze shifted to the fighting scene ahead.

She traced a particularly wild opponent. Carl Dunham. A mask of his former self now hidden within the armour of a ferocious beast. A tiger.

He razed blood wherever he charged, stabbing and swinging his clawed gauntlets through the air as he charged at them.

‘Beast Warrior, was it?’

Of course, he was met with an equal to overwhelming force as his scuffle was merely based on defence rather than offence.

Compared to the Silver Elf, he was trading a thin line between life and death. And it was leaning into the latter quickly.

Her lips parted slightly as she licked her lips. Rain and heat boiled around her from the burst of explosions and magic attacks.

“The students…” She muttered quietly, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. “Rhabanz Dreau must be pleased. They fight his fight while he remains held up in his office. Biding time for nothing more than a few seconds of his death.”

Crown Bishop and Roland Sunrise glanced at each other for a moment, then turned back to her.

“That’s why we agreed to split the moment the signal was given.”

“Yes. Gelian did the honour of destroying the class buildings, but that isn’t merely enough to put that man out of his seat.” Roland interjected.

“Remember the plan, Katherin. We can’t have you impulsively saving everyone. It’ll simply slow us down.”

She bit down on her lips. Hard.

Her arms gripped tightly as she gazed at them with a venomous glare. Flames dwelling between the depths of an eye.

For a moment, they could feel their skin crawl with goosebumps. A shudder of fear reached up their spines.

Crown took a step forward, swinging his robes to the side with his arms forward.

“Time is limited for us, Katherin. You know this. And there are what? An Elf and a class two student. They can be stopped. We will stop them.”

Katherins expression remained fixed.

“I’m not worried about them. I’m worried about who could come. We can leave now, but if one of them. The Great families can do this then what about the others? What if they come and stop us?”

“Isn’t that why the Red Peacemakers are here?” Roland replied with a raised brow. Curiosity laced at the tip of his tongue.

Katherin whipped him a gaze so hard it caused him to take a step back in shock.

He coughed out, clearing his throat with a sigh.

“Hah, yes. We betrayed them, and so did they.”

Crown sighed visibly, his arms clawing his face when a familiar figure walked up to the trio. Three of them.

Katherin’s gaze eased immediately. It landed on them, her anger slowly turning down.

“Javier. Aurora. Gregory.”

The trio walked up to them with hurried steps, expressions laced with fatigue.

Their weapons were grasped in her hands, and a purpose in their eyes.

“We heard the gist,” Jabier said, glancing at the three adults slowly. “Katherin, we understand your doubts but it is useless staying here with us. We had a plan, and it is your responsibility to fulfil it.”

Her gaze widened slightly, and her brow arched in curiosity.

“Do you hear yourself? What is the point of winning if there’s no group to come back to? You realize who will be up against us, right?”

“And it’s exactly why we need to be quick about this.”

Crown interjected with a click of his tongue, taking a quick bursts of steps towards Katherin.

“If even the children see it, then you too must. This is merely a procedure for the greater good and everyone is okay with their rows.”

“We are. Besides, it is far too soon for many of us to die….and there are just two of them. We will survive this.” Javier said with a sigh.

His gaze was fixed on Katherin’s as a brief tension hung in the air around them after his statement.

Her gaze flickered slightly as she peered into Javier. Searching for something deeper. Something clearer. Something that refused to showcase upfront but hid well beneath the layers of protection.

She tried again, and again. But sadly, with a resigned sigh, she couldn’t find any.

“Fine. But, you all better be safe when this is all done and said. If the students all rush in here, then you all should escape…”

Her gaze whipped towards Roland. “You will remain here and guard them. Retreat through….that, once it’s possible.”

He nodded once in reply.

Katherin sighed as she glanced at Crown now, her expression twisting into something else while they stared at one another.

This was the moment they had all planned for. The demise and destruction that paved the way for the future. Their future. A path carved for those chosen by the goddess, Mayura. Years of planning all came down to this simple moment, and they were going to see it through.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Katherin’s lips while Crown narrowed his eyes at her expression.

“What is it?” He asked.

“It’s nothing.” She replied as her smirk grew wilder. A slight tension hung between them.

“Let’s go kill the Bastard that rules the Academy.”