In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

[It was at this moment that you completed the collection, organization, sorting, and backup of esoteric knowledge.]

Just as you were about to place the completed book in the very center of the thousands of books, you heard a clear, crisp girl's voice exclaim "Oh!" coming from behind the towering bookshelf.

At the same time, you saw long, beautiful hair as white as snow.

...

Kremlin Library.

This magnificent and vast library, housing hundreds of thousands of books, is a rare example of a world-class library in this era.

The windows, suspended high on the wall, face the clear blue sky.

The intense sunlight pierced through the light gauze and fell, gathering into beams, like golden ink from a deity spreading throughout the room filled with the smell of paper and ink.

Rows of bookshelves, each over ten meters tall and arranged in an arc, are adorned with layers of golden hues through their carved mahogany structure.

The bookshelves are golden, and the book covers are golden.

In the golden world, Lu Kang's vision was reflected with a silvery-white expanse—

"it hurts."

The crisp sound was soft and wriggling.

Lu Kang held a newly compiled catalog of mysterious knowledge in one hand, and with the other hand pushed the mysterious glasses-like outfit that he had been wearing since entering the library, which was engraved with mystery and used to assist in organizing knowledge.

He looked through the glass lens at the figure who had made the sound. Besides the soft, silvery-white hair, he could also see the pretty and lovely face below and the graceful body wrapped in a snow-white angel down dress.

He also saw the ladder lying to one side and the books scattered around.

obviously.

She fell from the ladder.

“If you’re looking for romantic novels, you’ve come to the wrong place,” Lu Kang said, glancing at the book covers. “This is the religious section.”

“Hmm…” The girl with silver hair did not respond to Lu Kang immediately.

She just sat on the ground, looking down and rubbing her ankle.

Her silver-white hair fell down, contrasting with her fair skin and blue eyes, and gently rested on her soft, white chest.

She looked young, but had an exceptionally full figure. Her chest, tightly bound, was curvaceous, and her slightly exposed shoulders subtly and delicately outlined a bright and clean profile. Her waist was as slender as a willow, and the area that should have been covered by the loose skirt was gently pressed down by her bent legs, revealing a rounded curve and a deep triangle.

Despite her exceptionally full figure, the girl's expression was clean and pure.

“Wh...what religious district?” she stammered in response to Lu Kang’s question.

Lu Kang pointed to a sign standing on the bookshelf next to him, which clearly displayed the word 'religion' in standard Russian.

Classify and divide books into sections.

This is what he has been doing these days.

The girl paused, then asked, "Were there signs like this here before?"

"Wait a minute!" She realized she seemed to have gotten herself into a trap: "Who told you I came here looking for romance novels?"

"Isn't that right? Otherwise, why would they be looking for military strategies?" Lu Kang feigned confusion.

"No, that's right, it's military strategy." The girl blushed again, but she still forced herself to remain calm, pretending to be composed despite her shy personality when facing strangers.

She rubbed her ankle and tried to straighten her back, but this movement not only failed to give her any confidence, but also caused her chest to sway slightly, dazzling onlookers.

She said, "I aspire to become a female general in the Tsarist Empire!"

"So, which book of military strategy are you looking for? I'll try to find it for you." Lu Kang pushed up his glasses again.

The girl choked instantly. She secretly glanced at the vast sea of ​​books and her eyes lit up—how ​​could she possibly know anything about military strategy or tactics? And how could she possibly know which book it was?

Faced with the girl stammering and unable to utter a single sentence for a long time, Lu Kang couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

The girl was instantly furious. Was this guy just teasing her?

What did she just say?

Lu Kang then asked, "Your Highness Princess Anastasia, may I ask what brings you here?"

So this guy knows me?

The girl, who thought she had hidden her identity well, was stunned.

Lu Kang pushed up his glasses and revealed a knowing smile. Of course he recognized the girl in front of him—he recognized her the moment he saw her.

Her long, silvery-white hair was almost identical to the Empress's, and her figure and appearance were quite similar to the Empress's.

Having had numerous in-depth and superficial conversations with the Empress, how could he not recognize her?

Moreover, Anastasia was clearly special compared to other members of the royal family—she was not yet fully grown up when Nicholas II's rule was overthrown in the near future, but she was also one of the two people who were regretted by many and considered undeserving of death when she was executed along with her family members—the other being her younger brother, Alexei, who was suffering from an illness.

He thought to himself that he was not at all surprised by Anastasia's arrival.

Or rather, given his current status, it would be perfectly normal for any member of the court to appear before him!

Building good relationships with every member of the court was something Lu Kang would naturally do.

Even now, he still really wanted to say... was this princess 'inflatable'? If he remembered correctly, Anastasia was Nicholas II's youngest daughter, born around 1900, and in 1912, she should only be thirteen or fourteen years old at most—

Lu Kang glanced at the girl in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

You call this fourteen years old?

Chapter Eight: The Traitor to the Nation and the Flawless Princess

Princess Anastasia was only thirteen or fourteen years old, still innocent and naive, and she was somewhat speechless in the face of the changes.

The girl's face flushed red, becoming a delicate, crystalline blush under Lu Kang's gaze. She froze, then froze again, her silvery-white hair fluttering gently in the warm breeze pouring down from the high walls and windows.

The princess, realizing she had concealed her identity so well only to have it exposed so quickly, decided to give up entirely.

“No, that’s right,” she stammered. “I am Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova!”

Lu Kang thought to himself, "That's a really long name. It seems that this little princess probably ran away from home without telling her family. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so flustered when her true identity is discovered."

However, he didn't rush to respond. Instead, he looked at the books scattered on the ground and smiled, "So, Your Highness, do you need any help?"

The girl rubbed the slightly swollen spot on her ankle, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

She twisted her ankle.

It's clear he can't stand up now.

Just as Anastasia thought Lu Kang would reach out to help her up, Lu Kang reached for a cane on the nearby bookshelf, pulled it out from between the books, and handed it to her.

"please."

"..."

So why would you find something like this in a library?

"You want to ask why?" Lu Kang saw the girl take the cane with a surprised look on her face, and he spread his hands and said, "Of course it's because there are too many clumsy girls like Her Highness the Princess."

"Are there any other girls coming?" Anastasia couldn't help but wonder.

She then realized—

"Wait, who are you calling clumsy?"

Sure enough, he was not only clumsy, but also incredibly stupid!

Lu Kang smiled without responding. The Kremlin Library, as the palace's library, was of course not open to the public. Only members of the royal family could come—should he say, "Did your mother, Her Majesty the Tsar's beloved Empress, fall like this before?"

"Hmm... I have a feeling you're thinking about something bad." A hint of confusion flickered in the blue eyes of the youngest princess of the Tsarist Empire, but she stopped worrying about it and instead used her cane to support herself as she stood up.

She said, "Um...you're the manager here, right?"

The girl hesitated somewhat when she said this, but after Lu Kang nodded, she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

"Then can you tell me... where His Majesty Lu Kang is?"

Lu Kang guessed it—after all, he had long known that the three princesses of the empire were quite curious about him, but Nicholas II would not allow them to offend the 'Sage' without Lu Kang's permission, so he had not been able to meet them yet.

As Anastasia spoke her mind, she turned to look at the spacious library interior, which was surrounded by countless towering, giant bookshelves. The sunlight illuminated the dust clearly, but apart from the mahogany bookshelves, there were only books and not a single person in sight.

This place is like a maze.

If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have climbed to a higher place, thinking that she could see better from a higher position, and thus she fell and got injured!

She clearly hadn't expected that the handsome, tall young man before her was the 'Your Majesty' she was searching for!

"So, you ran away from the palace without telling anyone, just to see this 'Lu Kang' you mentioned?" Lu Kang couldn't help but find it amusing.

“Of course—Father greatly admires His Majesty Lu Kang. He often praises His Majesty’s greatness, holiness, and purity in front of us. I think His Majesty Lu Kang must be a true sage, an apostle of God. I imagine him to be tall and majestic, with thirty-six pairs of wings, just like the one described in the Bible…”

Wouldn't that make me Cthulhu?

Lu Kang found it increasingly amusing to watch the girl's rambling on.

But perhaps it was precisely because of this unrealistic imagination that she didn't realize that the boy in front of her was the Lu Kang she had been talking about?

“No.” Then Anastasia realized she had said the wrong thing: “Who told you I snuck out?”

"Of course you told me." Lu Kang pointed to his eyes.

Anastasia also subconsciously touched her eyes.

“See, you’re just admitting it,” Lu Kang said again.

Her Highness the Princess has realized she's fallen into a trap again!

"Bad guy..."

She grunted and wisely chose not to argue anymore—perhaps it was her personality, perhaps it was her habit, but even at this point, she didn't have the usual haughty and domineering air of a princess.

"Do you even know where His Majesty Lu Kang is?" She simply changed the subject, feigning composure.

Temporarily freed from her embarrassment, Anastasia puffed out her cheeks slightly. The princess, leaning on her cane, stood upright as her skirt swayed loosely, the snow-white angel down shimmering in the sunlight streaming down her face. Her chest rose and fell fully, her red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something...

Lu Kang was about to say that he knew, of course he did—but before he could say it, a voice came from behind the princess.

"Your Majesty Lu Kang, I have prepared the books you requested." A man dressed in a butler's uniform emerged from the other side of the sea of ​​books.

That was a real librarian, and he treated Lu Kang with utmost respect.

Lu Kang, who could be considered a librarian in some ways, did not believe that he had deceived Anastasia. After all, who said that there could only be one librarian?

So he simply nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

Anna paused, glancing at the man with her clear blue eyes, then at the boy in front of her. As if realizing something, her still-unresolved pale face flushed red again.

"You...you are Lu Kang?" Her voice became stammering again.

"What a pity," Lu Kang said jokingly. "I thought I could have kept it a secret a little longer and heard more about what kind of strange thing I am in His Highness's eyes!"

It’s over.

The princess thought to herself.

She carefully considered her actions just now, and realized that she was acting like a country girl, completely lacking the demeanor expected of a princess—she had really lost face!

...

Watching Anastasia's retreating figure—from stunned silence to blushing, and finally fleeing in disarray—forgetting even the fact that she had twisted her ankle—you couldn't help but find it amusing. You thought to yourself that this way, the princess should have a deep enough impression of you—and your goal of forging friendly relationships with every member of the court, laying the foundation for future interference in politics, could be achieved little by little.

At the same time, you also marvel at how wonderful it is to be young, even though you yourself are not that old.

This is your first encounter with the last princess of the empire, and also the first meeting between the 'femme fatale' and the 'flawless princess'. You recall the historical records about Princess Anastasia, and the young girl in Nicholas II's family who was executed and was defined by many as 'innocent'.

You also feel it's a great pity.

That night, you heard from your servants that Anastasia had been punished by Nicholas II for trespassing into the library.

The next day, Nicholas II visited, and you briefly told the last Tsar that you wouldn't hold Anastasia accountable—for you, it was just a small favor, and the girl's sudden appearance certainly added a bit of fun.

Nicholas II stroked his beard and nodded in agreement. He looked at your face, then, as if suddenly remembering something, gave you a meaningful smile. He then spoke to you about Anastasia, which surprised you somewhat.

During the conversation, Nicholas II casually invites you to a court ball two days later.

You didn't refuse; you also felt it was time to go out and explore, connect with more members of the royal family and nobles, and further solidify your plans for the future.

Two days later, in the early morning, you donned your priest's robes, dressed in your finest attire, and headed to the court banquet.

Nicholas II, accompanied by his wife, Empress Alexandra, had been waiting for a long time at the palace gates.