In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

This is precisely the biggest feature of Lu Kang's concept of mind magic—as long as you have enough 'magic power' and master enough 'mystery,' it's easy to achieve your desires.

Of course, Lu Kang doesn't have enough magic right now. His seed hasn't been planted yet, let alone sprouted, so naturally he can't grasp any more mysteries.

Many of his ideas only exist in theory.

All he has now is theory.

But even if it's just theory, under the influence of miracles and magic, Lu Kang's power can still affect him—

He can now use the most basic magic without any preparation; he doesn't need to prepare the magic path or formula in advance, he can perform magic with a thought.

Although only the most basic magic and illusion techniques can be used to do this, it is sufficient for the present day.

He thought of Solomon, the creator of the modern mystical system, the original King of Magic and also the King of the saints in religion.

At that moment, he seemed to truly see the shadow of King Solomon...

This is a phantom, an illusion, from the past.

This is a record of the illusion of the world that manifests as what you think in your heart.

You feel as if you are gazing at the oldest magician across vast distances of time and space. You cannot see his face or his figure, yet you can vaguely sense his gaze upon you.

[The oldest magician king, the saint king—you remember his legend, you remember the only two mystical displays in King Solomon's life. The first was when he received divine revelation, which established his status as a king. The second was before his death, when he created 'magic' and 'miracles'.]

Once a human, once a god.

This is him.

[Or perhaps this is the path you will take.]

[To this day, you have already revealed your mystery for the first time.]

You know that the second time might be just around the corner.

[The final stroke of the pen]

You have completed the final stroke on the page.

What you think in your heart also dissipates at the same time.

You looked at the book in your hands, but then picked up your pen and wrote the last few words on the cover.

[You name this book]

He also named the mysterious system he created.

"The Book of Law".

With a thud, Lu Kang closed the book. Holding the book in his hands, he looked up and let the sunlight fall on his face. He could feel that the world had remained unchanged at this moment, yet it also seemed as if the world had been turned upside down.

Lu Kang thought to himself that he should perhaps change his name to 'Aleister'... but upon closer inspection, it seemed that Aleister of this era had already been born, so he had to give up on that idea.

I also hope that no one will come knocking on my door demanding copyright fees.

Lu Kang thought to himself.

At this moment, the magic trick is complete.

It is still weak.

But the seed of mystery has already been planted; you only need to wait for it to sprout and grow, and for the theory to become practice.

You firmly believe that it will appear in an even more ancient era with each of your simulated reincarnations, encompassing a longer period of time and mastering the mysteries of even more distant past.

It will grow with you, becoming older and stronger together.

The older the one, the more powerful it is.

The more powerful, the older.

You still firmly believe this.

...

"The Book of Law".

"In the mysterious world, there is more than one book with this title. Today, we will talk about a manuscript left by Luvist, a man who came to power in the late Tsarist period by gaining the trust of Nicholas II."

"Louis Levitt was known as the most ruthless and audacious man in the world. In his book, he wrote: 'Do as you please, that is your way.'"

"In his book, he blends the forces of 'miracle' and 'magic,' which should be at opposite ends of the mystery. He uses the miracle of the mind to reveal the magic of the past, which is an incredible idea and an unbelievable practice."

"It's hard for us to imagine how he did it, and it's also hard to imagine how he, who was a heretic of both the church and the magic association, managed to escape being hunted down and eliminated by both sides."

"Even though many people are criticizing and insulting him, his ideas have been passed down and have genuinely influenced many magicians and church members."

"He is a reckless and audacious person."

"A rebel of the mysterious world."

"But perhaps he is also a pioneer who dares to venture into the unknown."

—A bold statement made in class in 2004 by Webber Velvet, lecturer at the Clock Tower and monarch of modern magic.

Chapter Seventeen: Like a Saint, Yet Like an Ordinary Person

He seemed like a saint, yet also like an ordinary person.

— Berdyaev in Moscow, 1913.

...

[Having finished recording the "Book of Law," you were in high spirits. You looked out the window and realized it was already noon. You got up, put the scattered books back on the shelves, and opened the library doors, which had been closed for seven days.]

[That is, at this time]

You spotted a figure leaning against the door.

Lu Kang stood in front of the door.

Outside the door, the ground under the midday sun shone with a dazzling golden hue.

Outside the Kremlin’s library is a spacious square and courtyard.

Gray tiles covered the ground, with lush greenery adorning the edges. Opposite them were the residences of the royal family, and from a distance, the towering palace dome resembled a menacing spear in the hands of a guard.

And at this moment.

The girl, bathed in the reflected light, leaned against the shadow of a stone pillar by the library entrance on the inner side of the plaza courtyard, as if she had been waiting for too long and was about to fall asleep.

The boy in priest's robes looked around but saw no guards or maids.

He thought to himself that this girl was really bold to sleep right here. But thinking about it carefully, there was no danger inside the palace. Besides, this place was only a door away from him, so if something happened, he would be able to notice it immediately.

In comparison, there is perhaps no safer place in the entire Kremlin than here.

Lu Kang was quite confident.

However, just as he was about to go forward and wake Anastasia, he suddenly stopped. He squatted down slightly in front of the girl and looked at the half-asleep, dazed girl, feeling a little surprised.

Yes.

Amazed—or rather, astonished.

More than a year has passed, and the girl who was already more developed than other girls her age in his eyes back then is now showing an even more perfect appearance.

Her silver hair was still smooth and beautiful, and the long ends of her hair covered her delicate face, which looked like an elf born from wind and snow.

Her limbs were well-proportioned, her full breasts were perky and bulging under the snow-white lining, but her waist was exceptionally slender.

The fabric covering her flat lower abdomen wrinkled slightly as she leaned against the pillar, and the curves of her body created a triangular reflection. The voluminous skirt that followed hugged her rounded curves, and her legs, wrapped in white silk, emerged from the hem of the skirt, appearing and disappearing.

The girl's figure was outstanding among her peers, and her clean and beautiful face was made even more otherworldly by her princess-like demeanor.

Lu Kang couldn't help but watch for a while longer.

As he has stated countless times, he has never been a true saint; he is just an ordinary person—with the joys and sorrows of an ordinary person, and naturally, with the aesthetics and preferences of an ordinary person.

At this moment, he felt that the increasingly beautiful princess was very much in line with his aesthetic sense and preferences.

"Well."

A breeze blew from the plaza and courtyard in front of the library, rustling the leaves and startling the silver-haired princess.

She stirred slightly, groggily opened her eyes, and vaguely looked up to see the boy squatting in front of her, looking at her.

She was stunned.

His light blue eyes went from sleepy to slightly dazed, then to blank, and finally his fair face flushed red!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty? You, I, um—"

Because of the sudden scene, the princess was so nervous that she bit her tongue and cried out in pain.

"Can you see how excited I am?" Lu Kang yawned lazily.

So, although she felt a lot of pain, the instantaneous pain also brought her fully awake, and Anna couldn't help but puff out her cheeks: "It's all because of Your Majesty..."

“This isn’t my fault.” Lu Kang stood up, his tone both unreasonable and defiant: “It’s someone who was sleeping here that’s to blame.”

Anna's cheeks puffed up again.

The girl had a striking figure and delicate features, and her expressions made her exceptionally cute.

Lu Kang resisted the urge to poke the hamster-like girl's face.

Anna stood up, lifting her flowing court dress.

She thought to herself that it was all Maria's fault for not explaining things clearly to her, which made her rush over early in the morning as soon as she heard the news.

When she first arrived, she saw that the library doors were closed and was thinking of going back to settle accounts with her elder sister. However, she suddenly had a feeling that she would see Lu Kang today, so she stayed and waited here.

That's why she accidentally fell asleep while waiting.

I have been waiting until now.

Yes, it's all Maria's fault—not because I was too reckless and impulsive!

The girl, trying to justify herself, straightened up, but before she could stand firmly, she suddenly stumbled. Her face changed slightly, and her body uncontrollably swayed to the side—because she had been in the same position for too long, her calves were numb and unable to support her body.

It’s over.

Anastasia's first thought wasn't fear of falling, but rather the fear of embarrassing herself in front of Lu Kang again.

She felt that His Majesty would definitely use this to mock her again!

The thought of this made the princess feel uneasy, and her mind went blank—blank as her body swayed and she crashed into an embrace!

The princess's light blue eyes widened slightly.

She felt the fabric against her cheek and the firm chest beneath it; she knew her situation without even looking up.

"Her Highness the Princess is as dull-witted as ever," Lu Kang said.

At the critical moment, he caught Anastasia as she was about to fall, and watched her fall into his arms, feeling the wonderful sensation of her soft and tight embrace without blushing or skipping a beat.

Looking sideways, he could see the girl's exquisite curves behind her. The slightly bulging curves of her hips under her skirt were surprisingly full, swaying gently with her breath. He thought it was a rare and beautiful sight. When he felt Anastasia move slightly and then stop moving, he couldn't help but find it amusing.

“I’m not stupid,” Anastasia said softly, carefully tilting her head back.

The girl was momentarily stunned by the light blue eyes that met Lu Kang's face, which had some East Asian features. His handsome and gentle features made her pause.

She remembered what her elder sister had just said.

She thought that Lord Lu Kang was indeed a very handsome young man. This was a thought she had when she first met him. Having read many romantic books, she had always been full of fantasies about love.

But what she read in books is ultimately different from reality. Anna, who had always lived in the palace, did not understand what true liking or true love was.

She didn't know if she liked Lord Lu Kang.

In just over a year of living together day and night, she had indeed grown accustomed to His Majesty's presence.

So much so that even a seven-day separation made her feel restless and unable to eat or sleep.

So much so that when I see him now, while my thoughts are churning, a feeling of ease spreads throughout my body.

I felt relaxed and happy.

"I'm not stupid."

Driven by inexplicable emotions, Anastasia did the same thing as her cunning nature, which she often displayed.

She tilted her head back and reached out in Lu Kang's arms, wrapping her slender arms around the young clergyman's neck and bringing her face closer.

The raised arm, full and slightly lifted, pressed against the boy's chest almost imperceptibly.