Professor Arc

Chapter 20

On a quick note to those who keep reminding me that Atlas is just the school, and Mantle is the actual continent... well, it's actually a little more complicated than that according to the lore. In the "World of Remnant" video they list the Kingdoms – and refer to it as the "Kingdom of Atlas." Also the wiki points out that it used to be Mantle, before power was wrested away and centralised in Atlas. Perhaps the colour revolution we hear so little of.

So ultimately, yes the actual land is called Mantle, but everyone in the show refers to it as Atlas, to the point where you never really hear the word Mantle be used.

On a side note, the simple Neo x Jaune story has been released and finished, it's not my best work to be honest. I've been sick as a dog all week, and it really has affected my ability to write, especially when I've been putting myself to bed at like 8pm every night. The artwork on the other hand ain't half bad – I'm more proud of that.

Ah well, here we go – hope you enjoy the chapter.

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NOTE: Faster updates – you can read more right at the end of the fic.

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Cover Art: Exvnir

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Chapter 20

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Amber eyes gazed out over the rows of faces before her. Sat in small groups, the students from the various schools kept their attention locked on her, even as she slowly made her way to the centre of the room. Coming to a stop behind the singular desk, beside the large chalkboards.

The hopes of so many... these were the future Hunters and Huntresses of not only Vale, but also the other Kingdoms too.

How easy it would be to snuff them out.

So very simple...

"I am Professor Cinder Fall," she turned away from them instead, writing her name out in elegant script on the boards. "You may call me Professor Fall, or Miss Fall." The last thing she needed was some amorous fool believing they could get close to her, especially not the foolish young men who couldn't keep their eyes to themselves.

Not that she could blame them. It wasn't easy, being so close to perfection, yet unable to touch it. What hope did they have when faced with someone like her?

None at all...

"The esteemed Headmaster has seen fit to allow me the freedom to incorporate my own lessons here in Beacon, and as you will no doubt have heard, these will be Advanced Dust Manipulation and Politics. Our first class will be based on politics alone."

A few seemed disappointed at the news, mostly the females. There were more than a few male faces which looked to be more than pleased with the idea of watching her talk all lesson. The Headmaster had offered the services of Jaune for her first lesson, to lessen the burden, or so he claimed.

She'd considered it... truly, she had. Before thinking better of it.

It wouldn't be wise to involve Arc so much in her plans. Not when she was still no closer to revealing his true motive. He was a risk she was unwilling to take. Not this soon into her plans here, not when her position was still so uncertain.

No... this was to be her moment, one which she would use to her utmost.

"Now class," the sound of heels on tiles echoed through the room, "who here can tell me who rules the Kingdom of Vale?" A few hands shot up, faces lighting up as eager children sought to impress. Among them was one she recognised, the Heiress of the SDC – Weiss Schnee. Not the leader of her own team, as far as Cinder was aware. No, the small girl with dark hair beside her had that honour.