In Type-Moon: Creating a Magecraft Family Lineage

[Taking Nicholas II's family away from the Tsarist empire was your plan from the beginning. Although in this land now, the empire and the monarchy are thoroughly things of the past, to truly cut ties, leaving is the only way.]

[Anastasia has no objection to your decision.]

[But you had intended to take her mother and sisters with you, only to be refused by Alexandra.]

[She tells you that she is old and should die in this land with Nicholas II.]

[Although she had tried many times to establish an intimate relationship with you, that was only because of the times. As a Tsarina, Alexandra never wanted to abandon the Tsar, even now that the empire is no more.]

[You look at the still-graceful woman and nod, thinking to yourself what a fine woman she is.]

[Alexandra asks you to take her daughters away. Though extremely reluctant, the princesses still obey their mother's words.]

[In December 1917, you spend your last Christmas week in the country that is no longer the Tsarist empire.]

[You look at the bustling and prosperous scenes on the streets. You seem to already see the future prosperity of this country.]

[Everything has returned to the beginning.]

[And your purpose has been achieved.]

[In January 1918, the port of St. Petersburg is bustling with ships coming and going. The steam-powered steel behemoths move through the river, churning up the sea, like giant dragons from mythology, spewing pale smoke. Amidst the long and sharp sound of the steam whistle, the former princesses bid farewell to the former Tsarina and board a cruise ship bound for the Far East.]

[You give a final blessing to the Tsarina who stays behind.]

[You say to her: 'You will live your whole life in peace and good health.']

[Your words become reality.]

[Your voice has become a spell of blessing.]

['Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.']

[The current you can already display even greater mystery.]

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The whereabouts of Nicholas II's family remains an unsolved historical mystery to this day. There are rumors that they were buried with Nicholas II. Some say they lived in anonymity in some unknown corner of the Tsarist country after that. Still others say they left the country with the most ferocious and evil man, Lu Kang Luvest, and went to another country. I have personally investigated this and, in the end, only heard a few stories from an old prioress living in a convent in St. Petersburg. The old prioress had lived there for decades, weathered by wind and frost, yet always alone. She prayed every day for her dead husband, and also for her relatives in a foreign land.

—From "An Investigative Report on the Whereabouts of the Nicholas II Family"

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"Are they on this cruise ship?"

"Be careful. That man is very strong. Many people have already disappeared on this ship before."

"We are Enforcers of a Sealing Designation. What is there to be afraid of?"

On the long-voyage ship, the steel hull moved across the sea, parting the waves, which spread out on both sides like billowing white ribbons. The upper and lower decks of the ship were clearly demarcated. The wind howled on the deck. In the deep, shadowy corridor inside, figures spoke in low voices.

Three people. They were communicating, appearing on high alert. In their hands, they held Mystic Codes of various forms, already tightly gripped—ready to be activated at any moment. But as their words fell, another voice sounded from the deeper shadows behind them.

It said in a low voice, "Are you really not afraid?"

The Enforcers of the Sealing Designation froze instantly, their faces changing drastically. But it was already too late to turn around. What met them was a flowing, brilliant radiance. Silver-white and light blue intertwined. It was the light of a Church miracle, and also the power of magecraft. The Magecraft of the Mind, which blended the two, bloomed in an instant, released as the person who had appeared behind them spoke.

"Suffocate."

In just a moment, the Enforcers all suffocated and died. Their bodies fell to the ground with a thud, in the corner of the corridor's end, in the shadows where almost no one would come.

The person who had done this, however, seemed to have simply brushed off an insignificant speck of dust. They slowly walked out of the corner. The tall and handsome young man looked down at the three Clock Tower Enforcers, who were completely covered in black, and couldn't help but shake his head. This was already, he didn't know how many, attackers he had defeated.

Executors from the Church, Enforcers from the Mage's Association. Since he had left the Tsarist country, these guys had come one after another. It was a pity that neither members of the Burial Agency nor Lord-level figures had come. They seemed to think that without the support of the Tsarist country, he was no longer strong. As it turned out, while he was indeed not as invincible as when he was creating a god, he was not that fragile either. For the current him, who had achieved a small measure of success in magecraft, they were basically not worth mentioning.

He put his hands in the pockets of his outer coat, his expression seemingly calm, but inwardly he was quite pleased. To think that back then, he had to be so on guard against a mere Rasputin, but now he had a bit of a big shot's demeanor. He waved his hand again, and with a flick of his palm, the corpses on the ground instantly turned to dust and disappeared.

Casually destroying the evidence. Casually strolling away. The windows of the ship's corridor reflected the blue sea and sky outside, the boundless waves stretching as far as the eye could see. Since leaving the Tsarist country, they had been sailing on the sea for nearly half a month. The easternmost part of the Tsarist country, which spanned the continents of Europe and Asia, was not far from the Far East. But unfortunately, St. Petersburg was in the west. The distance between east and west was thousands of miles. The journey from the port of St. Petersburg, through the Baltic Sea, around the Arctic Ocean, and finally to the Far East was also quite long.

But no matter how long, it would eventually come to an end. Fortunately, none of the princesses get seasick... Lu Kang thought with some relief. As he was thinking, he crossed the corridor and finally pushed open the door leading to the ship's deck.

A strong wind blew in his face, whipping up the waves. Lu Kang paused for a moment. The bright morning sun made him squint. A silver-white figure standing in the sunlight made him pause again, then he walked over.

"Good morning, Anna." Lu Kang said.

The deck was very spacious. The only figure was leaning against the railing at the edge, gazing at the sea. The former imperial princess, now nineteen years old, was wearing an angelic goose-down dress. Her long hair, like a silver river, billowed in the wind. Her long dress swayed, concealing her charming and full figure. She heard his words and looked back, her light blue eyes filled with a deep smile.

"Your Eminence is late today," Anastasia's red lips parted slightly, her beauty under the sunlight like a flower petal covered in morning dew. As the girl turned, the outline of her figure was breathtaking.

Lu Kang replied, "I was just sweeping away some dust on the way."

"I've been a 'cleaner' quite a few times on this trip. When we reach our destination, I must have the captain give us a free ride," he said, not without a little humor.

"Your Eminence has so many excuses," Anastasia said with a light shake of her head and a laugh. She tucked her messy hair, which had been tousled by the wind, and watched as he walked up to her side step by step. The sky outside the deck was exceptionally bright. The young man and the girl stood side by side in the sunlight. This was their fixed time for being alone on the ship every day.

"So you were in such a hurry to have a rendezvous with me?" Lu Kang said shamelessly.

"What do you think, Your Eminence?" Anastasia's light blue eyes darted around. After becoming familiar with him, she was no longer the shy and reserved type. Not to mention they had known each other for so many years. But after she spoke, she added, "Besides, sleeping in is a bad habit—Sister Olga and the others were still in bed when I came out just now. They're going to turn into pigs!"

"I know you're excited about your first long voyage, but don't be that excited... you have too much energy, Anna. And why are you still calling me 'Your Eminence'?" Lu Kang shook his head. "I've told you many times, I'm not some 'Eminence' anymore."

"I may not be a princess anymore, but Your Eminence will always be my Eminence," Anastasia's face suddenly turned serious. Her light blue eyes stared at the handsome face of the man beside her. Her words were indeed much more mature. Her will was also very firm.

Lu Kang was taken aback, then smiled. "Alright, have it your way!" he said with a laugh.

Just then, the sea surface roared, and the sea breeze suddenly blew stronger. The waves rose and fell. In the distance, a pillar of water vapor shot up towards the sky. It was the miracle of the sea, the sight of a whale spouting water. Lu Kang and Anna both looked over at the same time.

"No matter how many times I see it, the sea is still so beautiful..." Anastasia said softly. She tilted her head. "But we're almost there, right?"

"Mhm." Lu Kang nodded. He had already confirmed the route before they came. The ship they were on had already reached the Sea of Okhotsk, above the Far East. They were not far from their destination.

"So, what kind of country is the Far East?" Anastasia was not without curiosity.

"To be precise, it's not called the Far East, it's called Japan," Lu Kang explained, knowing the princess's curiosity had always been strong. "It's a country with beautiful scenery. Unfortunately, the people are not so great."

"The people are not so great?" Seeing His Eminence seem to have awakened some bad memories, Anastasia very smartly chose not to press the issue.

But Lu Kang said, "You must be curious why I chose that place, right?"

"Ooh... mhm." Anastasia hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She was indeed very curious. The reason she had suppressed her question was precisely for this.

Lu Kang's choice of the Far East was, of course, for a reason. Not only because it was far from Europe and currently had not much influence from the Church or the Mage's Association, but also because there was the city of Fuyuki, a place of great spiritual energy. And also because it was now 1918. Japan, having undergone the Meiji Restoration, had fully risen and was beginning to accumulate strength, preparing for the inhumane war of aggression in the future... He had come to try and interrupt this process of accumulation. With his own power—to make an attempt.

Of course, that was another purpose. An attempt based on his knowledge as a transmigrator. Lu Kang was never great, but if he had the power to stop slaughter, to stop disaster, he would try. And besides that...

"Although the people of the Far East are not so great, the scenery is nice. It's very suitable for getting married," Lu Kang said without a blush or a racing heart.

"Married... that sounds nice—married, huh? M-Married???" A shy blush suddenly appeared on Anastasia's face. "Your Eminence, you..."

"That's right." Lu Kang looked directly into the princess's light blue eyes. His expression was serious as he said, "When we get to the Far East, let's get married."

A marriage without any other purpose. A contract without any benefits. Just as in Anastasia's heart, Lu Kang would always be her Eminence. The girl before him, in his eyes, would also always be the charming and lovely princess who needed to be cherished. From acquaintance to love, wasn't it only natural?

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