Regressor of Yandere Academy – Chapter 6

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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The pig.

A noble event that always triggered whenever I did something noteworthy during my regressions…and it was always the same.

‘He’s always going on about noble royalty, like some kind of social justice warrior.’

Yet, he’d kiss the ass of anyone above him so hard they wouldn’t need a bidet.

“Peasant, I understand you’re excited to be here, fresh from the countryside, but try not to be so uncouth.”

He was a pig of a noble, decked out in lace and puffed shoulder pads, looking like he was aiming for a “realistic prince” aesthetic. His cheeks were so chubby I could probably slice them up and feed a whole village.

“I apologize for my country manners.”

I’d stolen his usual condescending line, so he looked surprised.

“O-Oh. So you’re aware of your place?”

“Yes. I’m a country bumpkin from the boonies, and I can’t seem to shake off my unrefined ways.”

“Ahem! To speak ill of your own family! That is…”

“Very bad, right? Utterly vulgar and low-class?”

“…This guy…”

They took a cautious step back, like they’d encountered a dangerous animal.

“I’m just a hick, spouting nonsense, cursing, can’t even find a proper place to piss and shit, rambling on and on. Right? Just a piece of shit doing shitty things?”

“…Well…”

“I’ll do my best not to offend you in the future.”

“Are you mocking the Central Royal Nobles?!”

“Why would I be mocking you? I’m just agreeing with you.”

Whispers spread as students gathered, sensing an event unfolding.

“Why am I mocking you?! I agreed with you, so why am I mocking you?! Argh! Why! Why don’t my words sound right?!”

“…Let’s go!”

The pig and his entourage scurried away. They’d fled, driven by the instinct to avoid crazy people.

‘At least they won’t bother me until I’m officially declared traitless.’

Once that news broke, they’d unleash a barrage of insults and harassment, calling me “low-born” and subjecting me to bullying and group beatings.

I didn’t have time for their petty games, my goal was graduation, and these were just minor events. But they were like flies, buzzing around and annoying me endlessly unless I acted crazy.

‘Phew…’

I’d defeated the Central Royal Noble clique in front of everyone.

Sure, I looked like a lunatic, tanking my reputation, but…

‘I don’t care.’

As long as I graduated, they could all rot in hell.

“What you just did…”

Cecilia stared at me, surprised.

“Oh, you didn’t go to your next class?”

She’d waited for me.

“You saw that?”

“…”

This wasn’t bad. It was a way to control her rapidly rising affinity.

[Cecilia’s affinity increased by 5.]

‘What?’

This event had never affected Cecilia’s affinity before. I’d only started acting crazy around the Central Royal Nobles, like that pig, after my fifth turn, to avoid their annoying antics and speed up my graduation.

I hadn’t known about the connection between Cecilia and the Central Royal Nobles during my first turn, when I focused on raising her affinity.

[It’s truly disgusting that lowly commoners are allowed to attend this academy.]

[Noblesse oblige is one thing, but competing with them is absurd. We are born into our respective stations. Disrupting that balance would only lead to chaos.]

The Central Royal family had always been this arrogant from the start.

And Cecilia…

[I will establish a student council based on merit, regardless of social status.]

[Although I come from the Magic Tower, I am a commoner like you. All matters will be handled according to the rules and regulations of the academy.]

…was the future student council president.

In my first turn, I didn’t know about her involvement with the student council because she was too busy obsessing over me…and in later turns, I avoided her, so I only knew she became president.

“Did you…do that for me?” she asked shyly.

Was she seriously delusional enough to think that?

‘What the…’

This was a miscalculation on my part.

‘Come to think of it, Cecilia has been subtly approaching me since the zeroth turn.’

She’d become student council president not only because of her Salamander trait, but also because she garnered support from the regional nobles and commoners who disliked the Central Nobles.

And I was…

‘A regional noble…a country bumpkin.’

That’s why she’d been kind to me from the beginning, and I’d mistaken it for romantic interest, showering her with affection in my first turn.

‘Not realizing she was a yandere with a hidden agenda.’

“No, I just hate the Central Nobles.”

Cecilia was someone I couldn’t kill in my current, traitless state.

‘Even the Hero was a fluke…’

So, stealing her Salamander trait became my secondary objective.

‘Even if it’s dangerous…I need to get Spenny’s Elemental trait first.’

I had to acquire Cecilia’s trait second.

And if her yandere tendencies resurfaced…

‘I will kill her.’

I clenched my fists, my eyes narrowed.

“I dream…that even commoners can achieve their dreams if they have the ability.”

Why was I suddenly talking about dreams? This was dangerous.

‘I haven’t even gotten Elemental yet…’

It was risky for Cecilia’s affinity to rise before I figured out how to steal traits. It could jeopardize my plan to steal Elemental from Spenny.

“Don’t you think it’s rude to say that to a noble?”

My family, the Talfon barony, was so insignificant that we’d probably lose our name if we couldn’t pay our taxes.

‘Decrease.’

Cecilia looked at me with an unreadable expression.

“Egenir, what’s your dream?”

Suddenly asking about my dream? How cliché.

“Cecilia, I think I’m walking a different path. I came to this academy to improve my skills, strength, and social connections, to revive the Talfon family.”

“Then why did you fight with the Central Royal Nobles?”

“I don’t like them. That’s all.”

I wasn’t about to give the yandere any ammunition.

“Actually, my parents were sold as slaves to some noble I don’t even remember the name of.”

“Oh.”

I couldn’t bring myself to stoop to using that for sympathy, so I just listened.

‘She’s telling me about her parents after knowing me for less than four hours?’

I felt a shiver down my spine. This was dangerous.

‘But…I thought Cecilia was the granddaughter of the Blazing Magic Tower’s master…’

Then it hit me.

‘Ah, she’s adopted.’

It wasn’t uncommon for mages, obsessed with magic and forsaking marriage, to adopt talented orphans as their successors.

“Egenir.”

“Yes?”

“I’m…going to run for student council…will you help me?”

It was a different path from my first turn.

‘I thought Cecilia became interested in the student council in her second year…Did my actions trigger this earlier?’

I considered the implications of this change.

‘I’ll put it on hold. It’s best to refuse…but if her affinity drops too much…I’ll lose my chance at Salamander…’

I’d witnessed the power of Salamander firsthand, both by observing it and being burned by it. I’d lick Cecilia’s shoes for that trait.

“Cecilia.”

“Yes?”

“I think I need more time to think about this. It’s only our first day.”

“…Was I too hasty?”

“Yes, and to be honest, it’s a bit much for me to process right now.”

I had to be firm.

[Cecilia’s affinity decreased by 5.]

“Cecilia, I’m sorry, but I’m just a minor noble from the countryside, responsible for the future of the Talfon family.”

“…”

“I felt a connection with you from the moment we met, but…I have my own responsibilities.”

“I see.”

“Cecilia, you should think about it carefully too. If you’re still determined later…I’ll support you in any way I can.”

The word “support” was conveniently vague.

‘Even if I only support her in my mind, it’s still support.’

I could just say “I’ll cheer you on” and not lift a finger to help.

“…”

[Cecilia’s affinity increased by 4.]

‘Yikes, that was close.’

Her fluctuating affinity settled at a precarious 35.

‘Anything above 40 is…dangerous.’

This was a good balance.

I smiled and headed to class, leaving her behind.

‘This is perfect.’

I’d given her something to think about, like a wise mentor, leaving the decision to her.

‘Figure it out yourself.’

That’s what I’d said, albeit more diplomatically. Just some sweet talk for optimal affinity manipulation.

‘Her affinity seems stable…but I shouldn’t push it any further.’

35 was a dangerous level.

‘Should I experiment?’

At what affinity level could I copy a woman’s trait? That was the question.

‘Should I visit Spenny?’

I tuned out the lecture, already familiar with the material, and waited for lunch break.

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