I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 341 - - Festival 72- Raid on a Rainy Night 11

While the Divine Son hovered over the night skies, the downpour of rain continued in great amounts. The constant rumbling and Flashes remained adamant, and most especially, a gnawing feeling bit at him.

His gaze narrowed as he placed his hand on his chest.

'....why do I feel like this is only the beginning?'

He wondered when a sudden wisp in the air caught his attention.

His body flinched in surprise but was masked well by his indifference.

For a moment, the rain fostered his sensitivity, blocking his ability to sense people by their energy patterns

But that was soon overcome, and recognizing the familiar figure, a smile found its way from his lips.

"Attacking from behind now, are we?" He asked as he turned around towards the figure.

The figure smirked in return, his Elven ears perking up in pleasure.

With arms folded and body cladded in silver armour, the Elven Prince seemed to have made his entrance.

"Wouldn't that be great?"

Silence descended between the two, their gazes locked unto one another for a moment. Their thoughts reeled in, drowned by the persistent rain into focus.

Darrell looked around, his head turning towards their Hostel.

"Those masked figures attacked me as well….it's a lot of mess from what I've observed."

"Yes, I agree," Jane said with a sigh.

"Though, I am surprised by how Raph hasn't destroyed….any part of the Hostel's property."

"Yes, I was thinking the same." Darrell scoffed.

"Have you seen the girl's side though? Especially those two, Ciara Merlin and Elsie Darkpelt….they were not messing around."

Jane chuckled lightly. "As expected of the Gifted Child. Ciara was one born for great things."

Darrell shifted his gaze towards Jane, his brows furrowed while a smirk tried to play on his lips.

"Don't say anything."

Jane said after noticing his expression.

He shifted his gaze and floated down, towards their Hostel.

"Where to?"

"We should check on Raph. For some reason, I don't have a really good feeling about these attackers…..the System Uprisers or the Red Peacemakers. Which do you think is attacking us?"

"I assumed it was a joint effort.

The Red Peacemakers wouldn't know the specific rooms of Non-system Users."

Jane froze on the spot at his statement.

Whipping his head behind, conflicted thoughts spinning in his head, he asked.

"They're after only Non-system users?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Well….after my observations. I concluded as such. The vassal families are no different.

The Headmaster will have to get involved to protect the Students especially since his daughter is likely to get attacked."

Jane raised a brow, his confusion palpable as he resumed his descent.

"But why? Why are they after us?"

Darrell shrugged, following after him.

They headed towards a particular destination on the ground floor.

The Hostels were placed side by side, blocked from one another by concrete fences.

The large buildings rested on a well-proportioned land, surrounded by lush green carpet grass.

The duo landed on the grass, their attention fixed towards a window a few feet away.

"This is his room?"

"Yes," Jane replied and walked forward.

They got to the window with careful steps, Jane slowly reached out for the glass panel when Darrell held his shoulder and stopped him.

With a raised brow, he glanced at him.

"What?"

Darrell remained silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on the window.

"....it's quiet….I don't feel or hear life from it either."

Jane glanced back at it and then at him.

"So?"

".....and it's cold."

Jane opened his mouth to respond but stopped mid-way, his head snapping in realization.

He took a step back and erupted a blast of golden flames from his body, the stigma burning brightly in the night.

He walked forward and touched the wall, a searing heat emanating between it.

"If anyone asks. We tell them it was the masked figures."

Darrell chuckled in response and watched silently.

Soon, Jane's hand had phased through, while the wall began to melt with relative ease.

It oozed down, opening up a hole in the process.

It became large at some point and the contents of the room came into view for the two, though the sight caused them to step back in shock.

Jane's gaze especially, was especially shocked when cold air flowed through the hole into the rain.

A crackling sound echoed, spreading and increasing while small pellets of raindrop crystals fell to the ground.

Jan took another step backwards at this point, protecting himself from the cold breeze.

"Well, we see why he didn't destroy the walls of his room," Darrell said with a chuckle.

At this point, he had nothing more to be surprised about when it came to Raffaelo Jun, but it couldn't be said about his friend.

Jane caught a glimpse of a figure, motionless and frozen.

He easily recognized it as one of the masked men, though, his body was entirely made of ice.

As if he had been frozen from the inside out into a sculpture of pure ice.

It sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the depths of Raph's abilities.

Glancing around, he found the other figures.

All in a standing position, as if they had just made their appearance before he had made this beautiful, yet chilling creation of ice.

With their bodies at the heart of it.

"Should we leave? There's no sign of him here. He might have gone somewhere else…"

Jane remained silent for a moment, his thoughts reeling in.

'I wonder where he went to. If either of the two groups are really going to show up tonight, then he would search for them….'

"Yes, let's leave. We'll search for him while observing the situation."

"That sounds like a plan."

Darrell turned and walked away, his head resting behind his arms while Jane lingered behind.

He glanced around one last time, taking in the chilling sight of ice spread throughout the entirety of the room.

Frost and cold air lingered in the room.

'If I walked into this….I might actually just freeze to death in a couple of seconds…'

Though, his sun god would have protected him far longer. He was referring to himself, without it.

He looked away and walked after Darrell, putting his thoughts aside.

This was a night that had more in store, other than the masked attackers.

He wasn't sure just what could happen next, but preparation was key, and he wanted to grab a front-row seat in handling the intruders.

'In all….I hope no one dies from this.'

*****

The Class One Hostel was practically busy at this point.

With the rain, it was difficult to hear what was occurring, but when one observes, one would notice the chaos within.

Students were rushed towards the lobby of the Hostel and asked to be seated in a circle while the Lecturers surrounded them in an attempt to protect them.

While a few others patrolled the rooms to find other students and perhaps, the attackers as well.

It was a tense situation where everyone had to be on guard, but with most aware of the enemy's targets, the tension was a bit repressed.

The situation couldn't be called the same when compared to the other Hostels though.

The senior Hostels, like the Class Five and others, were also aware of the situation, or at least got a sense of it.

Most were up and about, cautious on what to do next.

While some wanted to find their way to the other Hostels to check for their safety, a few others remained indifferent to the matter.

After all, the attackers might just widen their list of targets.

Knowing this, a lot of unresolved tension was left palpable in the air. Reminiscent of a night when soldiers prepared for war.

Amongst the seniors was the Student Body President, Phestus Greenhorn.

In a spacious room, much larger compared to the others, with three sets of beautifully intricate windows.

The raindrops plopped on contact with the glass panels, filling the transient silence with an ephemeral tune.

Until the young man arose from his queen-sized bed, his gaze hazy from sleep.

He rubbed it once, and then adjusted his figure on the bed when a figure arose with him.

"Awake already?"

The familiar female voice projected in the room, embodying power and beauty.

The well-crafted artwork of the furniture stood in place; woven carpets cladded on the floor while a high ceramic ceiling stood in place above.

The young man yawned as he glanced at the figure, silence filling the air between them as moonlight brightened their view.

It showcased Rebecca's features in the moon afterglow, basking on her aqua-blue hair and eyes. A delight to see at once sight.

Phestus smiled.

"I think we've ignored them for too long.

I feel a horde of them coming….we must be ready."

Rebecca sighed, stretching her arms for his face. She cupped them, softly drawing a line on his cheeks with her fingers. Carefully and playfully.

"Like it's our first time doing so." She teased, a smirk on her face.

He chuckled as he slowly pulled himself away, drawing away from her while he stood to his feet.

"I know you don't mean that."

She shrugged, pulling the blanket over her softly opened skin.

"You're going to get the Headmaster? What makes you think he'll act now?"

Phestus grabbed a coat by a hanger, pulling it over his figure in a swift motion. His eyes remained fixed on Rebecca.

"Perhaps because his daughter is a Non-system user as well? And those people won't be satisfied with a bunch of freshers."

He stopped midstep, casting her a glance, with a playful smile on his face.

"No harm intended."

She giggled as he turned away, his figure warping into space.

Rebecca stared at the empty space where he had occupied a few seconds ago, stifling a laugh as she stood up.

'It's about time we stop their rampage.'