My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 116
He had experienced war in his past life, leading thousands upon thousands of troops as Rupert of the Gilagon Peninsula.
Meanwhile, his competitors at the academy? Just pampered kids, barely out of the nursery. Not coming in first would have been a disgrace. And yet, here he was, bragging over something so trivial—it was absurd.
“Fathom Leroy! Fathom Leroy!”
“Shining flawless Leroy!”
“Our savior of grades! Hail!”
She noticed the problem wasn’t just Fathom—his teammates were encouraging him too enthusiastically. Instead of ignoring his nonsense, they were egging him on.
“Miss Heather! Miss Heather should also thank Leroy!”
Jonas Schmidt, the muscle-bound idiot from the third year, dragged her into the commotion. Even Fathom gave her an expectant look, his eyes twinkling with hope.
‘Has he lost his mind?’
Regina thought, exasperated. With a mischievous grin, she offered a suggestion to the group.
“Why don’t we call Senior Leroy the Dart Fairy? He never misses his mark. I mean, didn’t he land us a perfect campsite on his first try?”
“Hiiick!”
She mimicked throwing a dart at his face, and Fathom shrank into a corner of the carriage, looking horrified. The rest of the group went silent, glancing between her and Fathom.
Finally, they dropped the subject, allowing her to enjoy the ride back to the academy in peace.
“Something came for Miss Heather.”
The dormitory manager said, handing her an envelope. Regina gave a thank you and returned to her room, tearing open the seal.
Inside was her resignation letter, now signed with the consent of both Henry and Melissa.
She realized, with some surprise, that two months had already passed since she sent the letter. At the time, waiting for a response had felt endless.
Opening the enclosed letter, she found it filled with Melissa’s concerns.
She asked if anything bad had happened at the academy and assured her that if things were too difficult, she could leave at any time and come home. Whatever Regina decided, they would support her fully….. Regina sighed and placed the letter on the desk.
“I only caused unnecessary worry.”
Not that it mattered—she couldn’t leave the capital anyway. She was now little more than the Crown Prince’s sniffer dog, summoned whenever needed to hunt down devilkins.
The idea of dropping out of the Academy had been her plan to escape the Empire entirely, but now doing so would only get her chased down by the imperial trackers.
And to make matters worse, the very reason she had wanted to leave—avoiding entanglements with those four men—was moot. She’d already slept with three of them.
Valen, too, had confirmed that the purification ritual didn’t work on her, clearly identifying her as Yekarna’s reincarnation.
Depressed again, Regina ran a hand over her face. Despite her best efforts, the number of the ‘Seven Guardians’ she hadn’t yet become involved with was shrinking.
“Now the only ones left are the Favorite Concubine and Prince Rexid Rivnoir…”
She will avoid these two at all costs. It was already overwhelming dealing with the ones she’d met—adding more……
Statistically, the odds were in her favor; it was unlikely that both would be in the Empire. It made no sense for all of them to be gathered in one place when the entire continent was vast and open.
Ironically, as long as she stayed within the Empire, she could consider herself somewhat safe. She could only hope that the others were far, far away from the Empire.
For now, the resignation letter was useless. She tucked it into a drawer, intending to keep it until the day she was free from the Crown Prince’s grasp. Afterward, she sat down at her desk to compose a letter to Melissa and Henry, who were likely worried sick, anxiously waiting for her response.
She pressed her temples, wracking her brain to produce a decent message despite her lackluster writing skills.
The letter she finally managed to draft assured them that everything at the academy was fine. She explained that she had adjusted well enough to take second place in the first-year division of the academy’s swordsmanship tournament.
She also mentioned that the resignation letter had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, so there was no need for concern.
‘If I ever grow tired of academy life, I can quit for real later.’
Being a ‘model child’ was more challenging than it seemed.
Leaving the letter to dry on the desk, Regina dragged her exhausted body to the training grounds for sword practice, then cleaned herself up and went to bed.
The next day, and every day after, she continued to wield her sword whenever she had spare time. With every practice session, her senses sharpened, and she could feel herself advancing.
It was as if she had surpassed a threshold she hadn’t even realized existed.
On a particularly good day, after attending all her classes, Regina locked herself in her dorm room and poured mana into the bracelet on her wrist.
“Draw.”
The bracelet trembled before transforming into a sword. It was just as impressive as the last time she inspected it, crafted from high-quality materials that could withstand even a Swordmaster’s mana blade.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly infused her mana into the blade.
‘I’ll keep it going for as long as I can.’
Golden mana flickered along the blade, shimmering brightly as she concentrated on maintaining it.
Outside, the sky darkened with the setting sun, and the world was swallowed by night. Hours passed in silence as darkness blanketed everything, until finally, the soft light of dawn began to creep into the sky.
And still, the mana blade burned steadily, unwavering.
“This should do…..”
With this, she could hold her head high as a Swordmaster. She retracted the mana blade, murmuring the deactivation phrase.
“Release.”
The sword reverted to its bracelet form and rested lightly in the palm of her hand. Fastening it back onto her wrist, she prepared for her classes, as she did every day.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the academy Dean’s office, two men faced off.
“What kind of nonsense are you here to spout at this hour, you filthy shadow rat?”
Bliss, his expression dark and unwelcoming, wiped the bloodstains from his sword with a dry cloth. It was clear he was displeased with the unexpected morning visitor.
Despite the fact that a Swordmaster stood before him with a weapon in hand, Lennon lounged comfortably on the sofa, lighting what looked like a cigar.
On closer inspection, however, it was a rolled herbal cigarette containing a smoking deterrent. He inhaled deeply, his cheeks hollowing, and then exhaled a plume of smoke with calculated ease.
Transferring the cigarette from his mouth to his fingers, he spoke in a dry, measured tone.
“Let’s get straight to the point. I’ll explain why we need to join forces.”
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