Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“Disgusting.”

“Hehe. We agree on this occasion.”

The two men, along with other great mages, were cleaning up the aftermath of the recent dungeon break. Fortunately, they were assigned to the area closest to the monster’s corpse, which was the most heavily contaminated.

Naturally, the more contaminated an area was, the more dangerous it was. However, these two were the heads of their respective magic towers, and they were human beings who were obsessed with magic—members of the Magic Association.

They wouldn’t miss the opportunity to study the corpse of a new monster up close.

“I’ll have to throw away these clothes. The smell won’t come out.”

“I’ll have to do the same.”

Of course, their academic enthusiasm and disgust were two separate matters. The smell was enough to make the Red Tower Master scowl as she inhaled it.

Right in front of them was the upper third of a monster’s body, evaporated, and even though more than 12 hours had passed since its death, its flesh was still not hardened, and purple blood mixed with chunks of meat was flowing out of it.

Originally, Saint Rosalia and I intended to purify the aftermath of the battle as well, but the magic tower masters had persuaded us to leave it as research material to minimize the damage.

As a result, they had only taken measures to prevent the contamination from spreading to the surrounding area, and we had gained precious time—over a week’s worth.

“Be careful not to step in it. Last time, one of them accidentally stepped in, and half of his body melted away. If it weren’t for healing magic, he would have died on the spot.”

The Red Tower Master, floating in the air, scooped out chunks of meat and purple blood with a tool, and the Black Tower Master commented:

“You’re not one of those Black Tower guys, are you? Our Red Tower apprentices don’t make such sloppy mistakes.”

“Hehehe… It’s better than running away three times faster than others, isn’t it?”

The Black Tower Master retorted.

“…”

“…”

The two men glared at each other, but that was the extent of it. Their exchange was merely a way to cope with their fear.

The fear that if it hadn’t been for Mira, the outcome would have been far worse.

If the Sword Saint had been there, She would have killed the creature, but the roar alone would have killed the mages who were the backbone of the Empire, making it impossible to contain the contamination or continue the lineage of magic research.

That would have been a terrible ending.

“Someday, we’ll be able to create magic to stop creatures like this, won’t we?”

“Before that, we need to finish learning the status-removing magic.”

“I know. That’s why I’m working hard.”

The conversation paused as they finished disintegrating the charred remains and the Red Tower Master took out a new rod from her pocket and lit it.

It looked like a cigarette, but it wasn’t. It was just something that emitted smoke and flames, designed to create an atmosphere when held by someone like the Red Tower Master. It was harmless.

“You should put more effort into it than you are now.”

“I am.”

The conversation ended there. The two men resumed their silent work of dissecting and studying the chunks of meat and purple blood.

“By the way, Mira praised me earlier, saying that my achievements were outstanding. What have you been up to, Red Tower Master?”

“…”

Of course, they wouldn’t just clean up the mess.

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After the official announcement of the end of the war with the demons, one of the most noticeable changes we felt was the modification of the Academy curriculum.

Since there was no longer a need to prepare for combat against the demons, the curriculum was minimized, and the gap was filled by Gate lectures, mainly delivered by Rosalia.

The reason for not completely removing the demon combat curriculum was twofold: first, people still felt anxious, and second, the monsters that emerged from the Gates exhibited the characteristics of both demons and monsters.

It wasn’t for nothing that demons felt an uncanny valley-like feeling when they encountered monsters that came out of Gates.

“How’s the Royal Guard doing?”

“There was quite a bit of opposition internally… but the Sword Saint personally persuaded them. After that, everyone seemed to be convinced.”

The Royal Guard’s persuasion was handled by the Sword Saint.

Before returning, the Sword Saint, who had declared that she would completely wrap up the matters of this world, gathered all the Royal Guard members and convinced them that she could be trusted, as she had met the Succubus Queen herself.

Following the Emperor’s declaration of the end of the war and the Sword Saint’s assurance, the Royal Guard relented.

“Since I did the persuading, how about giving me a paid vacation?”

“Are you too well-adapted?”

And so, as Kang Rahe, an S-class Hunter, she demanded a paid vacation.

Laura burst out laughing and granted her an unlimited 3650-day paid vacation. The Sword Saint nodded in great satisfaction and returned to Earth first.

However, even after that, people’s anxiety couldn’t be completely eliminated.

It was natural. After all, it was a war that had lasted for hundreds of years, and just because the Emperor and the Demon Lord had declared an end to the war and the frontline troops had withdrawn didn’t mean that people could instantly relax.

The tension that had enveloped the Empire was somewhat eased by Nika. The new Demon Lord herself appeared and presented evidence of their friendship.

“The Demon Lord is dead. I killed it and usurped the position. And I will not repeat its foolish mistakes.”

The proof of friendship she referred to was the severed head of Elysier. There was no need to doubt its authenticity. If someone had pretended to be the Demon Lord, it would have come and taken its head.

Moreover, alongside Erestika, who had once been under the Demon Lord, the Saint and the Hero acknowledged that the head belonged to the Demon Lord. In the Empire, no one could refute their words.

“It feels strange…”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s not even your real head.”

Elysier, looking up at her fake head, which was modelled after herself, wore a sullen expression.

The Demon Lord’s head, symbolizing the friendship between humans and demons, had been preserved with preservation magic and put on display in the Empire’s capital. Countless people had gathered to catch a glimpse of it.

We were watching from a distance. Elysier alternated between glancing at her fake head and at me, muttering something under her breath.

“Are you still awake? Good.”

And then, that night, she came to me.

“What’s the matter?”

“You know what it is.”

Elysier was wearing a negligee that was semi-transparent. It barely covered the upper and sides of her chest, leaving the tips of his breasts completely exposed.

Below that, a semi-transparent curtain fluttered like a skirt, and her panties, which were little more than a string, had a hole where they should have covered. In that absurd outfit, Elysier appeared in my room and closed the door.

It was a good thing that Priscilla wasn’t there. If she had felt the warmth and seen that appearance, she would have narrowed her eyes.

“If it’s something I know, it can only be that kind of thing.”

“You hit the nail on the head.”

“Why all of a sudden?”

“It’s not sudden. Rather, it’s too late. It should have happened a long time ago.”

“I don’t think it’s only because of that.”

At my words, Elysier paused for a moment, then smiled dangerously.

“You know me too well.”

Then she slowly approached me and pulled my right hand towards her neck. This was nowhere near as hardcore as her usual excessive libido, so I naturally grabbed her neck.

The throat narrowed, and Elysier’s breathing became labored.

“Are you curious as to why I came to you today…?”

“Are there any particular reasons?”

Her face turned bright red, and a more dangerous smile appeared.

“It’s because… I saw my severed head on display and got excited. I imagined you brutally destroying me. Tearing my tendons, twisting my joints, breaking my bones, trampling on me, and leaving vicious marks of violence all over my body. As I imagined that, I couldn’t control my body…”

Hehehe, the twisted smile intensified.

“Look. Can’t you feel it above your lower abdomen as well? My uterus, which is desperate for destruction, is only allowed to you. No one but you can hurt me.”

“…”

I hesitated for a moment, then tightened my grip on Elysier’s neck. I wouldn’t really go that far, but I could at least grant the wish underneath.
An ominous gurgling sound came from her throat, and a look of pleasure crossed Elysier’s face.