The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy - Chapter 277



Chapter 277 – Side Story: Group Assignment Evaluation Day

I went straight back to the club room with Leona and told her about Aria’s situation.

Karna wasn’t among the members who always gathered. Not only was he too distant to tell anyone about things related to Aria, but he was also so busy with the Kensei work that he was almost at a loss that he wasn’t even in the club room.

“That woman… … .”

“Umm… … .”

Everyone had complicated expressions on their faces when they heard that Aria’s time was starting to accumulate little by little. Their hate was probably 99.5 and their affection was 0.5, but in any case, they were both objects of love and hate.

“Anyway, we don’t know when the resurrection will come, right?”

“Yes. They say that time is being restored little by little even now, but they can’t give a definitive answer because each body part is moving at a different speed. They also say that forcibly pulling back or scattering time is currently impossible.”

“I have no face… … .”

“We also made sacrifices in the process of time, so there’s nothing we can do! But, we’re still trying hard, so don’t scold us too much… … .”

The god of heaven became wrinkled, and the god of the devil was confident at first, but his voice gradually became quieter and he began to diligently observe our faces. I patted his head. They both made enough sacrifices, so I have no intention of scolding them.

Masin no longer refused my touch.

“Anyway, now that it’s come to that, I think it’s time for us to make a decision.”

“What, you say?”

“What will we do when Aria returns? Of course, it’s up to you to decide, not me.”

The four of them became quiet. Leona and Latina, who were not in a position to be involved in this decision, took a step back and watched the situation. The Heavenly God and the Demon God quietly entered the castle.

“What do you guys want to do? Are you just going to chase them away? Or are you going to treat them normally? Or do you have another way in mind? Either way is fine. It’s not for me to decide, it’s for you to decide. I’ll follow. Whatever you decide.”

When Aria decided to sacrifice herself by throwing herself into time, the atmosphere was pretty good, but now that seven years have passed, things might be different. At least now, we can make a more objective assessment.

“… … I feel the same way as Mira. Whatever decision you make, I will follow your opinion.”

Leona took advantage of my moment of silence to step forward. Leona, too, seemed determined. She had already had a full conversation about the suffering the four of you had gone through, and she said she understood.

Leona was too young to ask anyone to believe her simply because they were childhood friends. Whether Aria would be forgiven or not was up to the four possessed people to decide, not Leona.

“If even one of you objects, that’s the end of it. I guarantee you’ll never see me again. You’re my priority, more than Aria. But if everyone wants to believe… … I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it a chance.”

“I’ve made up my mind.”

Rosaria was the first to step forward.

“I’ve decided, but I don’t want to be the first to say it. That’s Laura’s job. Isn’t she the one who’s been suffering the longest among us?”

“I also think that you are right. Shouldn’t the person who has suffered the longest be the first to make a decision?”

At those words, everyone’s gaze turned to one person. Despite all the attention, Laura answered the question calmly.

“To be honest, I haven’t made up my mind yet. I haven’t even recovered all of my lost memories. I don’t know what decisions I’ll make once I’ve recovered my memories, or if I’ll be too broken to even make such decisions.”

The fingers stroked the diary on the desk. It was an item that had not yet been sealed, containing Laura’s memories. He had deliberately told her to bring it.

Because making a decision while looking at a diary with your memories sealed in it is a totally different feeling than making a decision without it.

“On the other hand, if I were to lose my memories now, I would be more inclined to forgive you. I guess we’ll have to decide what happens next. So Priscilla’s opinion would be much more accurate than mine.”

“I don’t mind if you forgive me.”

Priscilla answered without a moment’s hesitation. Rosaria looked taken aback as she asked back, as the words “forgive me” came out much more easily than she had expected.

“Are you okay?”

“It doesn’t matter. It was hard and sad in the past, but now the old memories have faded. Even if I try to recall them, they don’t come to mind. Because I’m much happier now than I was then. Maybe even before I became Priscilla. And, you met Yoo Sung, right?”

Priscilla, who took my hand, rubbed her cheek and smiled happily. It cannot be said that even that kind of personality was not influenced by regression, but since it was her own will, we had no idea what to say.

“But if we still haven’t met—”

“If I hadn’t met Yoo Sung, things might have been different. Maybe it could have been like that. But, we met like this. Is there any point in assuming that we haven’t met yet? I don’t think so. What’s important now is that we can be together like this.”

“… … Okay. I won’t say any more.”

Rosaria, who realized that I was determined, quietly stepped back. Priscilla was still rubbing her cheek against my hand with a happy face. Elisier, who had been quietly watching that, opened her mouth.

“I disagree. I’ve been trapped in the Demon King’s body for hundreds of years against my will, and I’ve seen so many ugly things. Sadly, those memories are still vivid in my mind. I’ve just gotten used to it.”

“Then-”

“but.”

The red pupil turned to me for a moment, then looked over my shoulder. It was where Leona was.

“It’s not that I don’t understand Aria. She suffered more than I did in a world where time stopped. It’s not that I don’t understand her feelings, but it would be too harsh to just throw her out like this. Even if I can’t forgive her, it’s okay to keep her by my side.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“If you have something to prick you, wouldn’t you know how to bow down and come in? I don’t have a hobby of harassing people like that. If you don’t and your balls are stiff, then it’s a different story… … You’ll have to see for yourself to know which side that woman is.”

With Elisier halfway through, there was only one person left. Everyone’s gaze naturally turned to that one person. Rosaria snickered.

“You know what I’m going to say, right?”

“Didn’t you change your mind after seeing us?”

“Is there any reason why I should do that?”

No. Everyone knew that fact, so naturally everyone looked away. Leona sighed in relief, brushing her chest, and Latina was patting her on the back next to her.

All I could do was comfort Priscilla.

“It’s really okayㅡ”

“If you make me talk any more, I’ll hit you. How many times do I have to tell you that I’m okay?”

Laura, who had checked on Priscilla several times after Mira left, finally completely calmed down after hearing such words.

I wondered if he was so broken that he didn’t even realize that he was twisted, but I couldn’t say anything more since he was fine with it the way it was.

Laura also didn’t know what kind of person the old Priscilla was. No matter how many honest conversations they had while Mira was away, in the end, they were just what the current Priscilla had said.

There was no way to know if something was distorted or twisted, just like all other human memories. Laura clutched the diary she had kept in her pocket.

“Right now, you need to worry about the other side, not me. Are you ready?”

“… … Okay. It’s done.”

Rosaria nodded with a very nervous expression. Priscilla shook her head.

“I don’t think it will work.”

“… … Is it very tea-like?”

“A lot.”

She looked so nervous that anyone who saw her could tell she was nervous. Priscilla offered some comfort.

“Are you okay? Your body and face are on par with the lewd nuns in the doujinshi we showed you. Look, even now you’re wearing a nun’s habit, but your chest, hips, and butt are all sticking out. That’s a natural talent, so all you have to do now is change your hairstyle. I wish there was a hypnosis app.”

“Are you calling that a compliment now?”

Rosaria, who was at a loss, spoke up. If it weren’t for those two people who had been fans of the show since before it was released, there was no way they would be happy about being the same as the lewd nuns who appear in such adult media.

I like those two who say that they are not much different from each other, but they are actually two different species.

“Leave it alone, Priscilla. In the end, isn’t it your own decision? If you spit it out even after I chewed it up and put it in your mouth, I’ll personally put a chastity belt on your lower body.”

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“It’s okay. Rosaria will definitely do well. It’s a cliché that the original disciplinary committee or the leader of the leadership is the most obscene, and that the nuns become the most obscene once they get a taste of it.”

“I see. That was a great explanation.”

“Understand what?!”

“… … It’s a lot bigger than I thought.”

I looked up at the pointed spire that stood in a corner of the Bellium Academy grounds. It was so elaborate and splendid down to every single detail, perhaps because the church members had put so much passion and effort into building it.

But I went inside with a question in my mind as to why the event was finished in the morning and I was the only one asked to come in the afternoon.

“Welcome, believer.”

Rosaria, sitting quietly in the spot where the afternoon sunset was the best, clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, welcomed me.

Her entire body was covered in orange silk made of sunlight. Since she was wearing a saint’s habit, her exposed skin made the orange silk shine even brighter.

“You weren’t wearing that all day, were you?”

“… … Could that really be the case… … .”

The voice returned, biting her lips tightly. Rosaria, who had barely calmed down her emotions, took a deep breath and closed her eyes again.

“Faithful, now is the time to confess your sins.”

“Confess your sins? What the—”

The index finger moved quietly.

The end pointed to a small confessional located in a corner of the cathedral.