Flandre explained that the things she called "Eyes" wouldn't have any effect as long as she didn't consciously and actively touch them.
Just like how she had been here for so long without accidentally causing any harm to people or objects.
Hearing her say this, the others realized that Flandre had indeed been here for a long time, and they truly hadn't seen her destroy anything.
Thus, this Originium Arts was quite controllable.
After learning enough, Alina took Flandre to the Reunion Movement's newly built school. Alina mentioned that Flandre's spoken language was no longer a major issue, so for the coming period, Flandre could attend school with the other children.
"Really?"
Flandre pondered the greatest significance of going to school for herself.
She wasn't averse to contact with others.
To be precise, as a child, she really wanted to play with everyone.
It was just that in the past, her sister had kept her under very strict control. Moreover, according to another set of memories, her emotions were unstable and she could easily lose control. Once her powerful strength went berserk, it could easily cause harm to others, so she had obediently stayed indoors, trying her best not to cause trouble for anyone else.
Now that Alina said she could play with other children, did that prove she had grown up?
Flandre's genius mind reached a perfect conclusion.
Alina nodded. "Of course. Don't tell me little Flandre isn't willing to play with the others?"
Flandre nodded.
"I'm willing, I'm willing!"
She raised her hand high.
Then, she was brought to the Reunion Movement's schoolroom.
It was filled with children; the oldest were fourteen or fifteen, while the youngest were only six or seven.
It couldn't be helped; the conditions at the Reunion Movement were limited. They couldn't differentiate by age and could only have everyone study together.
With the foundation Alina had laid for her, Flandre's progress was incredibly fast.
Even though those wings of hers continued to tell everyone of her identity as a Blood Demon.
The children looked at her with faces full of admiration, devoid of fear or dread.
A certain little white-haired boy originally wanted to surpass Flandre in their studies, but after half a month, he found that she was learning faster and faster, while he was the one struggling to keep up with the pace.
"Dammit, even in studying, I can't compare to that girl!"
Ino watched Flandre in the middle of the crowd not far away, gritting his teeth.
"Flandre, please come out for a moment!"
One day during class, Alina was called out. Shortly after, she walked back in with a worried expression and called out to Flandre in the classroom.
"Coming!"
After stepping out, she saw Talulah standing not far away.
Her injuries were mostly healed. Flandre had to admit that this woman's constitution was indeed impressive; back then, she was so injured she couldn't even lift her arms, yet she could walk after three days, and a week later, she was jumping around leading teams out to handle affairs.
Alina had advised her several times to rest for a few more days, but once her professional drive kicked in, she simply wouldn't listen.
"Is there trouble you need Flandre's help with?"
Upon seeing her, Flandre more or less understood the reason for her visit.
Talulah nodded and then said,
"It's been a long time since you last fed, hasn't it?"
Flandre rubbed her stomach and then nodded; she was indeed a bit hungry.
At this point, Alina knew what the two were going to discuss. Not wanting to shatter her inner image of Flandre, she turned and walked back into the classroom.
After Talulah led Flandre back to the Reunion Movement's headquarters, she handed her a photograph.
The photo showed an ordinary-looking Elafia woman, roughly forty or fifty years old.
"Flandre knows her, she's the aunt from the neighboring village!"
Flandre replied after seeing the photo.
In that nearby village of non-Infected, Flandre had seen this person. She vaguely remembered that the woman had a family member who became Infected, which was why she had come here.
"Correct. Her son was an Infected, and because of him, she stayed here and became a member of the village.
Three days ago, her son had an acute oripathy seizure in the middle of the night. By the time we discovered it, it was too late. Although we did our best to save him, we still couldn't save the child's life.
After receiving the news, she believed it was our Reunion Movement's fault, thinking her son might have lived otherwise.
So, she left the village.
Normally, there wouldn't be any issue with that; the Reunion Movement was indeed partly to blame for this incident.
But, this morning, Joseph, our mole in the Fourth Army Group, sent word that she had appeared in the Fourth Army Group's camp.
It's highly likely that our intelligence here has been exposed.
Fortunately, it is winter now, and it's extremely difficult for the Ursus army to mobilize. We suspect they will launch an attack on us in the spring.
Joseph has already gone to gather intelligence. This is his name and appearance.
I need you to go to the Fourth Army Group's side to confirm the situation. If she really has exposed our information, kill her, and destroy as much of the intelligence held by the Fourth Army Group as possible to buy time for our withdrawal in the spring."
The one speaking was Frostnova. Compared to Talulah, having studied military knowledge under Buldrokkas'tee since childhood, she appeared much calmer and colder.
Clearly, this matter was an accident. If the woman merely blamed it on the Reunion Movement, they wouldn't have done anything to her.
But Yelena could absolutely not forgive the act of informing the Army Group and leaking the Reunion Movement's intelligence.
Therefore, her gaze was full of killing intent when she looked at Flandre.
"Understood. Is there anything else that needs to be said?"
"The mole will tell you exactly how to operate and how to delay the military's actions. We cannot give specific commands without enough intelligence.
The Fourth Army Group is in this direction, northeast of our base. Remember, once you get there, do not act directly. Find our man first."
This time it was Talulah speaking. She knelt down to look Flandre in the eye as she explained what needed to be done.
"Okay, then I'm setting off now!"
After Flandre nodded in agreement, she soared into the sky under the gaze of the two.
The blizzard continued to spread over the camp. Aside from the school students, Talulah, and the others, no one noticed that Flandre was no longer there.
By the afternoon, Flandre had arrived at the Fourth Army Group camp shown in the photo.
However, it was still quite bright at the time, and with people coming and going in the military camp, she didn't enter. Instead, she hid outside and waited until after dark to slip into the camp.
At this time, the temperature outside was nearly thirty degrees below zero. Even in the military camp, no one was walking around outside except for the occasional patrol. Thus, even if Flandre walked openly on the road, she wouldn't be discovered as long as she wasn't caught by surveillance.
She recalled the location of the mole Talulah had mentioned. After searching for a long time, she finally found a lit room labeled 'Clothing Management'.
She carefully looked through the window and saw only one person inside, who looked exactly like the photo Talulah had given her. Only then did she knock on the door.
"Who is it, this late at night!"
The man walked suspiciously to the door, thinking it was some soldier who couldn't stand the cold and had come to beg for a thick coat.
When he opened the door, however, he saw a little girl dressed in red Gothic clothing.
Before he could speak, Flandre said,
"Hello Joseph, I was sent by Talulah."
Hearing Flandre's words, the man immediately released the hand he had placed on his waist.
He pulled Flandre inside and looked around cautiously. After confirming no one was watching, he closed the door again.
"Just you?"
Flandre nodded.
"Just me is enough. Talulah said I'm not allowed to act on my own and told me to find you to confirm the plan of action."
"Could you be the Miss Flandre who saved those people from the factory and the brothers from the lumber yard?"
The man studied Flandre for a moment before asking.
"It's me!" Flandre nodded.
"If it's you, then there should be no problem. I've heard of your great name and deeds from my friends.
Wait a moment!"
Joseph took a map out of a cabinet.
"We are here now, and the target's location is roughly in this area... According to the information I've obtained, she has indeed defected and handed over information, but the higher-ups don't trust her yet.
So, they're planning to have her lead a team to provide a token of loyalty.
Our intelligence is usually kept in the Confidential Documents Room here. This information should also be there, or there might be a backup at the headquarters.
You have many things to do next.
First, take care of the target—ideally leaving no trace behind. She has a lot of information about the base in her head, and I've heard there are arts that can read a person's memories even after they've died, so she must die thoroughly.
Then there are the Confidential Documents Room and the Intelligence Department. Since it's not certain where the documents are stored, it's best to destroy both entirely.
Finally... to delay the Army Group's actions, this place must be detonated... the Army Group's Explosives Warehouse.
Sixty percent of the Army Group's explosives are stockpiled here.
And once detonated, it can destroy a third of the camp.
But this place is heavily guarded, and you probably don't understand how to detonate the explosives, so I will go there personally.
And you will need to cause as much of a commotion as possible on this side when I arrive there, to draw the troops away.
As long as I can enter the warehouse and successfully detonate it, the Army Group will find it very difficult to launch a large-scale offensive against the base all through spring."
Flandre nodded to show she understood. She looked at the man named Joseph.
Actually, there was one thing she didn't understand. He said that once that place exploded, it would destroy a third of the camp. So how was Joseph, who would be right there, supposed to escape safely?
Flandre didn't understand, but Talulah had said to follow his arrangements once she arrived, so she would just do as told.
"Kill the target, destroy the Confidential Documents Room and the Intelligence Department, and then cause as big a commotion as possible in this area, right?"
Flandre replied.
"Correct. We'll set the time for seven o'clock tomorrow morning. That's an hour before the shift change, but basically everyone will have already woken up.
Moreover, combat effectiveness is at its worst then due to the weather, and it's also when the management staff are least alert, making it easier for me to sneak into the destination."
A look of determination flashed in Joseph's eyes.
"Someone's coming!" Flandre suddenly looked up toward the door.
Joseph pointed to the inner room not far away and then quickly cleared the map off the table.
A dozen seconds later, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it!" Joseph shouted impatiently.
"B-big brother, could you please give me a thicker piece of clothing? This one is too thin, I can't stand the cold at night."
When the door opened, a man stood there shivering.
"The supplies are all the same. If you can't stand it, how can everyone else!"
Joseph looked at the man, cursing a few times as he pulled out a somewhat tattered cotton coat and tossed it to him.
"Now get lost!"
"Thank you, thank you!" The man took the tattered cotton coat, thanking him as he walked off into the darkness.
After confirming the person had gone far away, Flandre walked out of the room.
"Why don't you rest inside for the night? You'll have better spirits for the action tomorrow morning."
Joseph pointed toward the inner room.
"No need, thank you!" Flandre replied politely.
Soon, the next day arrived.
At seven in the morning, the Ursus sky was still pitch black.
Under the wind and snow, one couldn't even tell if someone ten meters away was a person or a ghost.
After Flandre and Joseph made their final agreement, she slipped out of the room.
First, she needed to take care of the target. This was the simplest part, as the other party was just an ordinary person.
But it was also the most troublesome.
Because the range Joseph had given was large, she needed to find the target within an area of four whole dormitory buildings and then successfully deal with her while causing as little commotion as possible.
Doing so would also reduce the pressure and risk for the subsequent actions.
However, Flandre's luck was very good.
She found the target just as she reached the first dormitory.
Ivanova wiped her face. Looking at her aged countenance in the mirror, a flash of resentment crossed her eyes.
Her son was clearly fine before he went to that Reunion Movement; he was only in the early stages of oripathy, yet he died mysteriously in less than half a year.
She believed all of this was the Reunion Movement's fault.
Clearly knowing that the Infected could have a seizure at any time, why did they let her son live in a place all by himself?
Although that request was her own suggestion at the time, she didn't understand anything. Couldn't those people have explained it to her more?
Now her son was dead. It was all their fault, all their fault.
Therefore, her revenge was only right and proper.
Just then, a look of terror suddenly appeared on her face.
Because in the reflection of the mirror, she saw a familiar figure.
Flandre, a girl spoken of as a legend in the Infected camps.
Many said she had saved many Infected, while others said she killed without blinking.
But regardless, everyone considered her a top-tier powerhouse.
Why would she appear here now?
She shook her head and then looked again.
There was nothing there. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"What was that? Just scaring myself!"
Ivanova muttered to herself.