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ArabicArknights: The Scarlet Devil of Terra — Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Instructor Flandre
After listening closely to the gentle explanation, Flandre Scarlet experienced a sudden epiphany. The tangled threads in her mind finally straightened out.
Even with all her overwhelming power, there were simply some things she wasn’t naturally good at. Teaching ordinary people was apparently one of them.
Once she figured out the core issue, Flandre looked down at the messy pile of handwritten notes in her lap. Fresh ideas began to bubble up, reshaping the dense theories into something much simpler.
“Flandre thanks Big Sister Alina!” the little vampire cheered, her crimson eyes sparkling with renewed enthusiasm.
“You are very welcome,” Alina replied with a warm, patient smile. “If little Flandre runs into any more difficulties or feels troubled, you can always come talk to me.”
Energized by the encouragement, the girl immediately dove back into her work. Within a short time, she produced a brand-new, simplified teaching plan neatly divided into two distinct sections.
Time flowed quickly, bringing them to the afternoon of the third day.
Since this internal L.G.D. seminar fell on a weekend, a large portion of the staff was off duty., Chief Executive Wei Yenwu had openly declared his personal attendance. Consequently, even though participation wasn’t strictly mandatory, those who had the day off decided to bring their entire families to the grand assembly hall.
The atmosphere felt less like a rigid military briefing and more like a bustling community gathering. After all, Governor Wei’s internal memo had explicitly permitted family members to tag along. For many of the officers, keeping an eye on their children was the same regardless of the location. Bringing them to the headquarters to mingle with the department’s upper echelon also meant that if their families ever ran into trouble on the streets of Lungmen, they might have a few friendly faces to rely on.
Naturally, amidst the sea of off-duty guards and running children, a few highly unconventional guests had slipped into the audience.
For instance, a certain notorious Rat family currently occupying a row of seats not too far from Wei Yenwu’s VIP section.
“Daughter, don’t you think it is highly inappropriate for people like us to be sitting in a place like this?” Lin Kojui muttered, casting a wary glance at the uniformed officers surrounding them.
“Why would it be?” Lin Yuhsia asked, her tone entirely unbothered as she elegantly crossed her legs.
“The stench of cops in here is too thick. It is making my lungs itch!” Lin Kojui complained, raising a hand to dramatically fan the air in front of his nose.
If anyone in the Lungmen underworld discovered that their reigning kingpin was currently sitting out in the open inside the L.G.D. conference hall—and mere meters away from Wei Yenwu himself—they would likely suffer a heart attack. Did the officers in the room recognize him? Of course they did. Yet every single guard present kept their eyes locked straight ahead, pretending the old mafia boss simply did not exist.
“Then go back home,” Lin Yuhsia replied smoothly. “At worst, I will just tell Mother that you…”
“Sigh, my good daughter, I am taking a massive risk just to accompany you to this Originium Arts class,” Lin Kojui interrupted, his composure cracking into instant anxiety. “You promised not to sell me out to her. We still have to uphold our code of honor!”
Lin Yuhsia ignored her father’s grumbling. Her attention shifted toward the stage, where a petite young girl was currently stacking thick law books onto a wooden chair.
Because the instructor was so small, failing to pad the seat meant she would completely vanish behind the podium the moment she sat down. Lin Yuhsia watched with mild curiosity. If merely sitting at the desk required this much logistical effort, how did the child plan to write on the massive blackboard mounted on the wall behind her?
At that moment, Flandre finally finished constructing her makeshift throne. She let out a long, exaggerated breath, then floated gracefully into the air, settling onto the top of the book stack. After wiggling a bit to ensure the tower was stable and wouldn’t result in an undignified tumble, she picked up the microphone.
“Good afternoon, colleagues of the L.G.D.!” Flandre’s bright, childish voice echoed through the speakers. “Flandre thanks you all for coming to participate in this study session on the identification and judgment of common Originium Arts and sorcery. Without further ado, let’s start with the basics…”
As Flandre spoke, a dozen pieces of white chalk resting on the tray behind her suddenly levitated. Guided by an invisible, telekinetic force, they began to dance across the blackboard entirely on their own, rapidly sketching out complex diagrams and neat rows of text.
Sitting in the front rows, Swire watched with wide eyes. She could tell that the material being presented was fundamentally similar to the terrifyingly complex theories Flandre had shown her days ago, but the structure was entirely different.
It was obvious that Flandre had spent the last two days heavily refining and translating her god-like understanding of magic into terms ordinary mortals could digest. The pacing was perfect, the examples were grounded, and the core concepts were surprisingly easy to grasp.
This realization made Swire feel immensely gratified. Her advice had actually worked.
However, while the feline felt proud, others in the room were experiencing something closer to deep shock.
Lin Yuhsia was one of them.
As a university professor backed by a powerful family, she possessed a deep, academic understanding of Originium Arts. Yet, throughout her years of rigorous study, she had always felt as though a thick layer of mist obscured the true nature of the discipline. Now, listening to the casual, childish voice echoing through the hall, that mist was being effortlessly torn away. She suddenly felt entirely enlightened.
If the elite tutors who had taught her Originium Arts back in her youth had possessed even a fraction of this girl’s professional clarity, she wouldn’t have wasted years stumbling through dead-end theories.
Watching the young girl on stage passively control a dozen pieces of chalk while delivering a flawless lecture commanded her absolute admiration. Lin Yuhsia had only ever witnessed this level of effortless mastery from the most elite exchange students out of Leithanien. But those Leithanian casters were always insufferably arrogant, deliberately burying their knowledge behind obscure jargon and philosophical riddles. Flandre Scarlet, by contrast, made the absolute pinnacle of magical theory seem simple, direct, and devastatingly practical.
Originally intending only to gauge the child’s basic competence, Lin Yuhsia was now leaning forward, scribbling furiously into a leather-bound notebook. Beside her, Lin Kojui had dropped his complaining entirely. The old Rat King wore a rare, deeply solemn expression as he stared at the stage.
He had never studied Originium Arts in such a systematic environment. Back in his prime, he had carved out his mastery through brutal trial and error, taking countless painful detours along the way. But precisely because of that grueling history, he recognized the sheer, priceless rarity of the knowledge this child was casually handing out.
If he had possessed a teacher like this in his youth, his current strength would have reached an entirely different realm. Seeing his daughter absorbing the lecture with such intensity brought a genuine sense of relief to his old heart.
In the VIP seating, Wei Yenwu narrowed his eyes. It did not take the Chief Executive long to realize the terrifying depth of the content Flandre was presenting.
There were many seasoned veterans scattered among the audience, and the longer they listened to the girl’s cheerful explanations, the more stunned they became. Even if the junior officers couldn’t fully comprehend the advanced magical formulas, the practical applications were immediately obvious.
When Flandre shifted the topic to identifying the residual effects of hostile sorcery and outlined brutal, efficient strategies for neutralizing enemy casters, every single L.G.D. operator in the room sat up straight. This wasn’t just dry academic theory. This was tactical knowledge that would absolutely save their lives in the field. The ambient chatter of the families died down as the entire department focused their undivided attention on the stage.
Exactly three hours later, the floating chalk dropped back into the tray with a synchronized clatter.
“It has already been three hours,” Flandre announced, swinging her legs off the edge of her book stack. “Flandre is sure everyone is getting a bit tired by now. I even see some people nodding off in the back… How about we stop here for today? If you want to hear more, Flandre will schedule another time to teach the second half!”
The moment she finished speaking, an eager voice from the crowd immediately suggested continuing the very next day.
Flandre shook her head, her blonde pigtails swaying.
“Today’s content was already very heavy. If you can fully digest everything Flandre taught today within a single week, that would be a miracle. So, we will do the second half in exactly half a month. Is that okay with everyone?”
Wei Yenwu nodded slowly. Originally, he had only approved this seminar to give the terrifyingly powerful child something to do so she wouldn’t get bored and accidentally level a city block. He had never expected this casual whim to yield such a massive tactical asset for his police force.
“Of course,” Wei Yenwu’s authoritative voice carried across the room. “I will have the hall reserved for two weeks from now, on Saturday, right here. Will that suffice?”
The moment the Chief Executive gave his approval, thunderous applause erupted throughout the assembly hall.
Flandre beamed, scanning the crowd until she noticed a raised hand near the middle aisle. She pointed a small finger at the officer.
“What question does this colleague have?”
A young guard stood up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ahem, Instructor Flandre, I didn’t manage to write down some of the defensive formulas fast enough. May I ask if there is a recording of this session? I would really like to go back and study it properly.”
Flandre blinked, looking down toward the front row where Ch’en Hui-chieh was already standing up. The Senior Superintendent turned to face the audience.
“I have secured a full audio and visual record of this lecture,” Ch’en announced crisply. “If any personnel require it for further study, you may register at the logistics office this afternoon. We will distribute copies according to demand.”
“Excellent!” Hearing Ch’en’s confirmation, a fresh wave of applause and relieved sighs washed over the room.
“Then, this lecture is officially over!” Flandre clapped her hands together. “Oh, right! Since there is going to be a second class, Flandre is assigning homework! Everyone must write a report on your personal views regarding Originium Arts and defensive sorcery. Five hundred to eight hundred words will do. Hand it in to me before the next session begins.”
She leaned forward, her childish smile taking on a very faint, predatory edge. “Bad children who do not hand in their homework will not be allowed to participate.”
A burst of good-natured laughter echoed through the hall, most assuming the little girl was just playing the part of a strict teacher.
Flandre waved her small hand dismissively. “Now, class dismissed!”
As the crowd began to file out of the grand doors, Swire suddenly vaulted onto the stage. The feline tackled Flandre into a tight hug, planting a loud kiss on her cheek.
“Mua! Little Flandre, you were simply amazing up there!”
“Hehehe, it is all thanks to your suggestion, Big Sister Swire,” Flandre giggled, squirming happily in the embrace. “Otherwise, Flandre thinks the reaction wouldn’t have been this good.”
While lecturing, she had deliberately tested the waters. Every time she tried to slip into the deeper, more destructive mechanics of magic, she noticed the officers’ faces scrunching up in total confusion. If she had followed her original, unfiltered lesson plan, the entire department would have felt like they were listening to an alien language. Swire’s early intervention had saved the entire event.
“Flandre Scarlet, do you remember me?”
A smooth, elegant voice interrupted their celebration. Lin Yuhsia stepped up to the edge of the stage, her posture impeccable.
“You are the big sister Flandre had tea with at the Governor’s Mansion,” the vampire nodded in recognition.
“Exactly,” Lin Yuhsia smiled faintly. “I wanted to say that your lecture today was deeply meaningful. I would like to request a copy of the recording to take back to the university for our students to study. I happen to be a professor at Lungmen United University, you see.”
Lin Yuhsia effortlessly demonstrated the distinct advantage of maintaining multiple public identities; she could simply draw whichever card suited her current needs.
Flandre tilted her head, looking past the rat girl toward Wei Yenwu, who was lingering near the exit. “Is that okay?”
“Hahaha, of course it is,” Wei Yenwu chuckled, stepping forward. “It is a good thing to remind the students of Lungmen that the sea of learning is boundless. Even those of us who have spent decades in our careers still require time to study.”
“Then Flandre has no problem with it!” The little girl beamed. She found playing the role of a teacher incredibly fun, and if her lessons could reach even more people, that was perfectly fine with her.
“Very well. I will have a copy sent over to your residence later,” Ch’en interjected, walking up beside her uncle. Since joining the L.G.D., she rarely crossed paths with Lin Yuhsia in public. However, as someone she had grown up alongside, Ch’en saw no reason to deny a perfectly legitimate academic request.
“I appreciate it. You know where I live, so don’t forget,” Lin Yuhsia replied. Before turning to leave, she stepped closer to the stage and couldn’t resist reaching out to gently pinch Flandre’s soft cheek. Satisfied, she turned and followed her father out of the hall.
“Governor,” Ch’en said, turning her attention back to Wei Yenwu once the room had finally emptied.
Wei Yenwu slowly looked Flandre up and down, his usual stoic expression replaced by a look of deep contemplation.
“The surprises you bring to my city simply come one after another,” the Chief Executive murmured. “Your foundational research into Originium Arts and sorcery easily rivals the grand scholars of the Tianshi Bureau who dedicate their entire lives to the field.”
“Hehehe, is Flandre really that amazing?” she asked, rubbing the back of her head with a bashful grin.
“Undoubtedly,” Wei Yenwu stated firmly. “There are very few masters within the entire Tianshi Bureau who possess such a thorough, absolute command over the mechanics of sorcery. The concepts you casually taught my officers today would be considered top-tier, classified curriculum even within their most elite academies.”