Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Alice
Yu rested for a while before something suddenly came to mind—something he had completely forgotten until just now.
Standing at the gates of Sumeru City, Yu declared, "From now on, this gate shall be called Xuanwu Gate! Don't ask why."
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Scarlet King Tech.
"Scarlet King, have you completed the research I assigned to you?"
Scarlet King: ...…
"Just call me Amun. That title feels strange—besides, you're the only king now."
"That won't do. You and my mother were close friends; it would mess up the hierarchy."
"Fine, suit yourself. Anyway, I've finished what you asked for. I optimized the formula—this is the smokeless gunpowder you wanted, right? What do you need it for?"
"Would you believe me if I said I'm training a team of bomb soldiers?"
Scarlet King: ??????
Yu gathered a group of students and set off on another academic tour. This time, his purpose wasn't to visit Ei, but purely out of personal interest. He discovered that traveling with a bunch of students could be quite entertaining, especially when their clear, naive gazes betrayed a charming foolishness.
However, this particular venture turned into a rather high-profile affair, so Yu decided to take their activities abroad. Liyue was out of the question—they knew him there. The volcanic region was too far, and the north was too damp, unsuitable for bomb experiments. Eventually, he heard of a country to the east of Liyue and decided to head there.
In Mondstadt, just outside the city, they stumbled upon an abandoned manor. The locals whispered that a ruthless noble once resided there, but after an assassin infiltrated and eliminated every soul within, no one dared move in. Thus, the place remained vacant.
"Today, I'm going to teach you how to craft bombs, how to make use of limited resources to create explosives, and how to employ simple tools effectively. Pay close attention and learn well."
"Yes, Headmaster!"
Yu demonstrated the method for making bombs.
At this time, Mondstadt was under the oppressive rule of the aristocracy. The people suffered immensely under their control, unable to rise against their tyrants. Yet recent events had left the nobles deeply troubled.
It all started years ago with a young man named Anqi, a former assassin driven by a strong sense of justice. Seeking a new life, he came to Mondstadt, believing it to be a land of freedom. He longed for peace, hoping the unfamiliar environment would heal the wounds of his violent past. In this new city, he met a girl—an angelic presence who brought light into his life.
But the vile nobles of Mondstadt didn't see them as human. Over a trivial matter, they drove the girl and her family to their deaths. Consumed by rage, Anqi received news of the tragedy and, at that moment, a verdant gemstone—the Vision of Anemo—appeared before him.
"Is this the blessing of the Archon? Thank you, God of Anemo."
With newfound power ignited by fury, Anqi unsheathed his long-dormant hidden blade, picked up his spear and greatsword, and under the cover of night, stormed the noble's manor. By dawn, the noble was dead, and no living soul remained to tell the tale.
This incident caused a great uproar in Mondstadt. The aristocrats launched a citywide manhunt for Anqi, but the well-trained assassin evaded capture. Enraged by their failure, Anqi retaliated, and soon rumors of a "Death Knight" began to spread throughout Mondstadt.
Legend had it that whenever Mondstadt's freedom was threatened, the Death Knight—an envoy of the gods—would descend upon the land, punishing evildoers. Armed with his spear and sword, none could escape his wrath.
Now, the nobles had a new problem: reports of a mysterious armed group outside the city. Wherever this group went, no life remained—neither monster nor beast. Corpses were shattered beyond recognition, and explosions constantly echoed from their direction. When the nobles sent people to investigate, they were met with resistance. The group's leader even mocked them, saying, "Do you really think you're worthy?"
"We're Mondstadt's nobles! Do we have no dignity? Just wait—we'll have you all strung up on the gallows!"
Meanwhile…
"Remember, when you're out in the world, never let yourselves be bullied! Standing up for one another is a proud tradition of our Akademiya! You must protect your fellow students, especially the younger ones. Understood?"
"Yes, Headmaster!"
"But Headmaster, we're just scholars. What if we can't win a fight?"
"Use your brains. Why do you think I'm teaching you how to make bombs?"
"But what if someone dies?"
"If they're trying to kill you, don't hold back. Blow them up. If it's a situation where mercy is possible, adjust the charge to injure rather than kill."
"Thank you, Headmaster."
Just then, a student keeping watch with a Scarlet King Tech telescope shouted, "Headmaster! Someone's coming!"
"Did they call for reinforcements to get back at us?"
"No, it's just a little girl. She's wearing red clothes and a red hat. She's bouncing as she walks—so cute!"
"Behave yourself! We're scholars; act accordingly!" a senior student scolded.
"A little girl? Let's go take a look."
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"Big brother, what are you doing? It looks so fun!"
Yu, noting the girl's long ears, fell into thought. He recalled that he still had a title as King of the Elves. Ever since defeating the God who had a tribe of elves under his command, he had scattered the elves and incorporated them into Sumeru. He wondered how they were faring now.
"Little girl, why are you here all alone? We're conducting research—it's dangerous."
"It looks so interesting! Alice wants to do research too!"
"No can do. We're all students learning from a teacher."
"Then big brother, can you find me a teacher?"
"What do you think, Headmaster?"
Seeing the girl's burning passion for explosions, Yu decided to take her under his wing.
Thus, Yu gained his first foreign student.
"Headmaster! Those people are coming back for revenge. They look like they mean business."
"Handle it yourselves."
That year, a terrifying armed group began to spread stories across Teyvat. Among them, the most frightening figure was a fiery little girl whose presence alone could alter the landscape.