In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Chapter Nine: The Second Meeting with the Princess

The Kremlin's court banquet was held in the gardens, and the weather that day was exceptionally clear, with a sky so blue it seemed like a painting brushed clean by the heavens with their wings.

[Before you arrived in the garden, wearing the black priest's robes you wore when you first entered the palace]

You can hear the sounds of clinking glasses and the chirping of women coming from the garden. You look at Nicholas II and his wife standing respectfully at the garden gate. Today, His Majesty the Tsar is wearing a white ceremonial uniform that is more elegant than his usual military uniform, with gold feathers trimmed on the shoulders. His beard is meticulously combed, and upon seeing you, he immediately kneels down reverently to express his admiration for the wise man.

Queen Alexandra's eyes lit up when she saw you. She was still wearing a Victorian dress that partially exposed her shoulders, but as she bowed, the soft curves of her chest were subtly revealed. Her silver hair was pulled back, revealing her fair neck. The elegant yet alluring charm was irresistible. She praised you as a wise and elegant gentleman, and also the most handsome young man.

You remained noncommittal, simply replying: "You are both very beautiful, Your Majesty the Emperor, and Your Dear Empress. May God bless you with eternal youth."

Oh, this damn translation tone!

What you think

Nicholas II led you into the garden. The aroma of food mingled with the rich freshness of flowers and herbs, filling the air. Sunlight, like soft dust, fell on the exquisitely arranged tables, chairs, and dishes. Amidst the gold and silver decorations, you saw elegant nobles, the highest echelons of the empire—princes, dukes, counts, and at the very least, marquises. Those of lower rank fawned over those of higher rank, while those of higher rank fawned over those of even higher rank, offering flattery and sycophancy.

These are the people on the top floor of the soon-to-collapse Empire State Building.

What you're thinking is...

They thought they were safe because they were on high ground, but they didn't realize that the building was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

Having spent many years observing and interacting with ordinary people, you recalled the widespread suffering among them, and this is your perspective.

But you never consider yourself a true sage; you're merely a hypocrite in the guise of one. You believe this empire will inevitably crumble, so taking a few items from it won't bother you.

You didn't approach the nobles, nor did you need to curry favor with them, because even the emperor and empress, the most powerful figures in the empire, needed to surround you.

All you need to do is 'step' on the emperor and empress to assert your own presence.

Countless people will naturally rush to curry favor with you.

Even if you put on a cold and aloof face, you'll only earn the label of "pure" in return.

This is the human heart.

All you need to do is show up.

Your goal has been achieved.

...

"How boring," Lu Kang commented on the banquet, swirling the wine glass in his hand.

He stood outside the crowd of beautiful women, amidst lush greenery.

The boy, dressed in a black priest's robe, watched the court banquet from a short distance away.

The attendees bowed respectfully to Lu Kang from a distance, and naturally no one dared to approach and disturb him without permission.

At this moment, Lu Kang really felt bored—he thought it would be more practical to invite a few friends over for a thrilling game of Ludo at home!

Fortunately, standing here allows one to admire the graceful figures and faces of noble ladies and young women, making it less boring than it seems.

"Ugh... this is so boring."

Just then, a soft and familiar voice came, mixed with the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Lu Kang tilted his head and looked to the side—in another shadowy corner where this open-air palace banquet was held, he saw a petite figure with swaying silver hair and couldn't help but pause.

Anastasia—

"Are you bored too?" Since he was bored anyway, Lu Kang casually walked up to her.

"It's so boring..." The petite figure with loose silver-white hair responded subconsciously with her back to Lu Kang. She didn't turn around, but simply raised her clear blue eyes to look at the group of people clinking glasses.

She muttered, "How come my sisters are so excited about such a boring place? And Father and Mother too—"

"My sisters are definitely lying to me. They told me how much fun the banquet would be. I'm going to make fun of them when I get back... Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do!"

"Hmm...hmm!?" The girl, who thought she was talking to herself, shook her head from side to side but suddenly stopped. Her body trembled, as if she had just realized that someone was talking next to her, and that the voice sounded very familiar.

So she turned her head away.

Then she saw Lu Kang walk up to her.

"Lord Lu... Your Majesty Lu Kang!?"

The girl was so frightened that she took a step back, tripped over a vine in the grass, and fell backward.

However, she staggered a couple of steps but regained her balance—Lu Kang had grabbed her hand!

"Are you so excited to see me, Your Highness? It's our second meeting?" Lu Kang asked with a broad smile.

Anastasia, still shaken, steadied herself. Her chest heaved slightly, and her figure, outlined by an even more magnificent and beautiful dress than before, trembled slightly.

Then I blushed.

When he met Lu Kang's young and handsome face.

Just like before, she blushed...

"No, no, I—"

Lu Kang felt that this little princess was about to turn into a steam engine!

but.

Anastasia...is this her personality?

This was a question he had been pondering before. As a transmigrator, he had some impression of the princess of this world. In his memory, Anastasia was a cold-hearted person who was not easily trusting but would show no resistance once she did trust someone.

However, the princess in his memory was not a 'living person'.

Rather, it is the information on the 'Heroic Spirits' that are records left in the world after the death of historical figures that are materialized into the state of being summoned as 'Heroic Spirits'.

It is still 1912.

Anastasia is still alive and adorable.

Perhaps this is the personality of a pure girl who is only thirteen or fourteen years old, has not yet experienced any major changes, and still yearns for the world?

“Lord Lu Kang’s hand…” the princess whispered.

Lu Kang felt the gentle touch of her hand and, without batting an eye, released the girl's wrist. He said, "What? Want to twist your ankle again?"

"There are no walking sticks for you here!"

"I don't want a cane!" Anastasia said shyly, not only for her previous behavior but also for what she had just said.

How embarrassing!

she said to herself.

"If you don't want crutches, what do you want? A wheelchair?" Lu Kang deliberately pressed, finding it quite amusing to tease the girl and watch her various reactions.

"I don't want anything!" Anastasia puffed up her cheeks again, realizing she had been tricked once more. In a daze, she seemed to forget that the boy in front of her was the 'Your Majesty' she had always admired. But when she remembered, her previous anxiety vanished.

"Are you relaxed yet?" Lu Kang said. "I'm not some man-eating monster, there's no need to be so nervous!"

The princess gave a soft "hmm," then whispered in response, "Your Majesty, it's a bad person—"

“You didn’t say that before.” Lu Kang glanced at him. “You even called me someone with thirty-six pairs of wings… By the way, can that thing really be called a ‘person’?”

Such disrespectful words to the gods would surely be condemned by others, but when spoken by Lu Kang, whom the emperor and empress regarded as a sage, they became a symbol of wit and humor.

Anastasia couldn't help but laugh. With a slight curve of her lips and a narrowing of her eyes, she revealed a rather beautiful smile.

This time.

She was no longer nervous at all.

Chapter Ten: The Nation is on the Verge of Collapse, But Some People Can Live On

But to be honest, Anastasia still found it somewhat unbelievable—

In fact, even though she fled in panic two days ago after learning Lu Kang's identity, she still found it hard to believe that Lu Kang was just a young man who looked only a few years older than her. She really thought that the person praised by her father and mother should be a simple and dignified man, even if he was not as mysterious as an angel in mythology.

However, even after being verbally reprimanded by Nicholas II, she still confirmed from her father's words that the boy was indeed the 'His Majesty' she had been searching for and seeking out...

"You are nothing like I imagined." In the garden where the breeze was blowing, the girl with long silver hair looked up and finally dared to look the boy in the eye.

He was indeed different from what she had imagined.

He wasn't mysterious, nor was he imposing or heavy; he was more like a playful boy next door... But Anastasia didn't dislike this feeling. On the contrary, she felt that there was nothing wrong with it!

"I'm sorry I didn't grow up to look like Cthulhu," Lu Kang said nonchalantly. "But ultimately, I've never considered myself a 'saint'—I'm just an ordinary person who knows a little bit of the 'secrets' bestowed by the gods!"

Mystery is the unknown, an extraordinary power mastered by humankind. In the ancient mythological era when gods existed, the earliest magic was indeed a 'hidden power' bestowed by the gods and flowing from the gods to humankind.

Lu Kang was not lying; having already demonstrated his strength, he didn't need to use excessive words to embellish himself.

Without affecting his actual plan to 'pass on' his legacy.

He always does whatever makes him happy.

“‘Mysterious’…” The girl’s expression faltered slightly, her silver-white hair tilting slightly to cover the left half of her face, and her eyes blinked as only half of her face was visible.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she had thought of something: "Then you really have... a really bad sense of humor?"

"A perverse sense of humor?" Lu Kang asked, puzzled.

"Before—the power you possessed should have been able to heal my leg in an instant, right? Yet you still gave me a cane..." Anastasia said, then became somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, feeling that the boy in front of her was doing it on purpose.

"Um..."

Lu Kang's gaze darkened slightly.

Just as the princess thought he was going to explain something, Lu Kang shrugged and said, "After all, it's quite amusing to see Your Highness limping like that!"

"Interesting...?" Now it was the princess's turn to be stunned again. She blinked and blinked again, completely unable to react.

Just because it looks interesting... so you just keep watching?

Seeing the girl's dazed state, Lu Kang couldn't help but grin. He thought to himself that it wasn't that he didn't want to treat her, but that he simply didn't know how. When he traveled among the people, he mainly played the role of an exorcist priest, and occasionally worked as a doctor, treating mental illnesses caused by encountering mysterious phenomena. He had never learned magic to heal the body, but he did find Anastasia very interesting and cute.

She was more interesting than Nicholas II.

She's cuter than her mother.

He was more interesting than anyone else in the palace.

"As expected, you have a really bad sense of humor." Anastasia sighed, as if helpless, and then she couldn't help but smile again.

A slightly sly smile—

"So you, known as the 'Sage,' also have this side to you? I wonder what would happen if I revealed this side of you?" As she said this, Her Highness glanced at the nobles who were clinking glasses in the center of the hall not far away—including Nicholas II and his wife.

They had already spotted Lu Kang standing with the youngest princess of the empire, but still dared not disturb the 'sage's' peace.

Moreover, the young men and women of similar age seemed to complement each other well in one place, and many people showed inexplicable smiles—especially Nicholas II, whose beard twitched and he smiled even more happily when he clinked glasses with other princes and dukes.

Even wise men are still human.

Humans have feelings.

Lu Kang understood that the Tsarist Empire wanted to use its youngest daughter to further win him over, and he had no reason to refuse.

Faced with Anastasia's sudden display of cunning, he recalled what Nicholas II had mentioned to him two days earlier: the youngest princess's playful behavior towards acquaintances.

Her favorite thing to do was to tease her two older sisters.

She was known as the "Little Devil" by her sisters for her anxieties, such as creating fake caterpillars to frighten her older sister who was afraid of insects, and secretly tying strings with toy mice on them to make them panic. She was quite a lively little girl.

So Lu Kang reached out and tapped her head, saying, "Your Highness, what do you think would happen if I told your father that you threatened me?"

"Um...?" Anastasia choked up instantly.

She realized that the person in front of her was not her two older sisters. He was not afraid of her mischief or threats at all—on the contrary, her words could easily become a handle for him to use against her.

The girl, realizing her mistake, instantly showed a look of panic.

Lu Kang smiled even more broadly.

Aside from immersing himself in the study of mysterious divine blood every day, the monotonous court life had become much more interesting for him!

...

[You had a pleasant conversation with Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, the youngest princess of the Empire.]

This is your second meeting with her. Compared to the awkwardness of your first meeting, it is much more harmonious. The princess of the empire is no longer nervous and shy around you. She is relaxed in your presence and shows her lively and cunning side.

After the banquet, Nicholas II had the princess personally escort you back to the library. You felt it was strange to have a young girl escort you back, but then you thought, since it's all within the Kremlin anyway, it's just a matter of going from the first floor to the second floor for Anastasia, so you didn't refuse.