In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

You've heard that both the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the Tsarist Empire have simultaneously begun general mobilization for war.

[August of the same year]

You've also heard that the German Empire issued an ultimatum to the Tsarist Empire and France.

On August 3, Germany declared war on France.

On August 5, Austria-Hungary declared war on the Tsarist Empire.

The year was 1914.

[In your mind, the First World War, an unprecedented war in human history, which affected most of the world, directly involved more than 65 million people and affected as many as 2 billion others, has begun.]

That year, you were still studying and writing in the Kremlin in Moscow, Tsarist Russia.

This is your third year at the palace.

On this day, the Royal Library, which was open to the public, was completely empty.

Anastasia also conspicuously failed to appear.

You know it's time for you to step out of the library, it's time to truly step into history.

...

"Our First and Second Armies, deployed on the Eastern Front of the Reich, have successfully advanced into Prussia and are moving into German territory!"

"Our troops have successfully reached German territory."

"Urgent report from the front!"

"Our Second Army was ambushed and annihilated by the Germans near Plenburg in German territory!"

Military intelligence reports from the front lines of the empire were sent like snowflakes into the Kremlin in Moscow, where the royal family resided.

The majestic palace was eerily silent. The many princes and ministers of the country looked at each other anxiously at the situation on the front lines. Outside the palace, the north wind howled, the temperature in Moscow plummeted in October, and winter was approaching. The sky, covered by dark clouds, cast a hazy shadow.

Inside the brightly lit hall, curtains hung down, concealing the spacious area.

Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, the Empress of the Empire, sat on the throne that originally belonged to Tsar Nicholas II. Dressed in a gorgeous Victorian gown and wearing a laurel wreath, the still-charming woman looked down at her subjects. She wanted to speak, but did not know what to say.

Yes,

At this very moment, within the Tsarist Empire, Empress Alexandra Feodorovna was sitting on the throne in place of Nicholas II, handling state affairs.

Shortly after the start of the war, in response to the tense situation at the front, Nicholas II had already donned military uniform and personally gone to the front lines several days earlier.

Alexandra Feodorovna was also a noblewoman; she was not merely a decorative figurehead in the palace, and in times of crisis, she could naturally temporarily take Nicholas II's place.

But at this moment, she felt somewhat helpless.

What she found troublesome was not the constant stream of urgent military reports from the front lines.

In fact, the urgent military situation at the front had been greatly alleviated to some extent due to Nicholas II's personal visit to the front lines, which boosted the morale of the soldiers.

What truly troubled Queen Alexandra was the domestic emergency that was interspersed among these military reports.

—These past few days.

Instigated by enemy agencies lurking within the Tsarist Empire, large-scale riots broke out in major cities such as Murmansk, Irkutsk, and Yekaterinburg. Furthermore, many opportunists took advantage of the situation to profit from the war by selling domestic secrets.

The war on the front lines is raging.

The situation domestically is also extremely severe.

Her Majesty the Empress was worried, but her face remained calm.

anyway,

As the empress, she had a responsibility to defend the rear and prevent the front lines from falling, leaving her in a precarious situation!

“Perhaps…we can try cooperating with the revolutionaries.” Finally, one of the ministers spoke up. He carefully chose his words, glancing at the Empress’s reaction as he spoke. Seeing that the Empress did not show any displeasure, he continued, “I heard that their leader was recently arrested and imprisoned in Austria-Hungary, thus creating a deep-seated hatred between them. Although they have been traveling around and fighting against the Empire, their attitude towards foreign affairs is the same as ours. In this chaos, they have also quelled many riots in various places.”

"No, no, no, although they quelled the riots, they also rallied people from those areas to become unstable elements opposing the empire. How can we cooperate with them?"

As soon as the minister finished speaking, someone else immediately objected. This person was also a minister, but his view was completely different: "You must know that those people have always called themselves revolutionaries, and what they want to overthrow is our lives!"

Foreign forces, incited civilians, and members of the revolutionary party mingled together and emerged after the war began, almost igniting the already conflict-ridden Tsarist Empire like a powder keg.

As Her Majesty the Empress listened to the ministers' discussions below, her delicate brows furrowed, and her beautiful face grew even more solemn. She understood the root of the problem: the Tsarist Empire was simply not suited to wage war against foreign powers at this moment, and ultimately, it was a war that would not be accepted by the majority of the people.

Although Nicholas II was kind and gentle to his family, he was always decisive and uncompromising in matters of state—he always acted unilaterally and did not care about the opinions of the people!

"This is really... a headache."

Alexandra sighed, her voice clear and melodious.

The ministers below were still arguing.

This was the third day since Nicholas II left, and they had been arguing for three whole days, yet they still hadn't come up with a clear and feasible solution... Such a situation could not help but make Empress Alexandra deeply worried and exhausted.

That's the time.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the hall.

The wind, carrying a chill, swayed the light gauze curtains in the hall, and brushed against everyone's backs and arms, causing them to fall silent and subconsciously stop their discussion.

They were all stunned.

Queen Alexandra was also stunned.

But it wasn't just because of the wind, but also because of the figure that followed the wind into the palace.

"I could sense the restlessness from outside."

The newcomer looked around at everyone. His figure, dressed in a black priest's robe, was tall and slender. His handsome face was smiling. He was facing away from the sky outside the hall. The dim light seemed to focus on his back, turning into a clear light and shadow.

He seemed like a messenger revealing the will of the gods.

Luca Luvist spoke softly.

He said, "I think you all need some small 'revelation'."

Her Majesty the Queen's eyes lit up.

She saw hope arrive!

Chapter Twenty: Suppression by Force

In 1914, the Tsarist Empire under Nicholas II was already facing internal and external troubles.

Faced with increasingly acute social contradictions, Nicholas II, then 46 years old, signed the war agreement and ordered the country to go to war despite opposition from the domestic population.

Thus began the First World War.

However, while the world's attention was focused on the European battlefield, the Tsarist Empire was also experiencing tremendous turmoil beneath the surface of this horrific war that was nothing short of a meat grinder.

Ministerial reshuffle, land reform, wartime control, planned economy... Lucas Luvist, who entered the court with the trust of Nicholas II and his wife, showed amazing political talent at the young age of twenty, despite being an Orthodox clergyman.

He promoted many talented people from the lower classes, shattered the long-standing class system within the Tsarist Empire, and nationalized all goods, making all the merchants and nobles who took advantage of the national crisis grit their teeth in anger.

Many people call him a sorcerer because he launched more than one brutal purge and eliminated dissidents.

But some people see him as a savior, saying he is a saint sent down by the Lord.

He is Michael, the viceroy of the Kingdom of Heaven and the savior of the world.

—Longman Pointer: The Russian Empire 1689-1917

...

You have entered the central palace of the Kremlin, the council chamber where the Emperor and his ministers hold their meetings.

At this moment, the Emperor is absent, and the Empress is handling state affairs. You hear the anxious discussions of the ministers gathered here. They are arguing heatedly, their faces flushed, and it seems that everyone is thinking of the empire, but you know—

They are mostly fighting for their own interests.

[This is how royalty and nobility are. Having spent several years in the court, you've seen the true colors of nobles and ministers. Stepping into the Imperial Council, you have no intention of feigning politeness towards them. You smile at Queen Alexandra on the throne, and Her Majesty descends to greet you with trepidation, taking your hand and pleading for guidance.]

You said, "Since the gods have sent me to this earth, to this country, it is to give revelation."

You might think, "It's just playing tricks, right? So easy!"

Your smile soothed Her Majesty the Queen's anxiety. She looked at your face, her gaze unfocused, her full figure trembling slightly beneath her Victorian dress, her legs slightly together, deliberately lowering her chest.

Do you think she did it on purpose?

The ministers below had also come to their senses. They recognized you and knew of your existence, but they did not approve of you speaking in court—the entire Tsarist Empire was populated by Christians, but they were not fanatics; they valued their own interests more.

They are asking you to leave.

【then】

[Her Majesty the Queen announced in court—]

"Effective immediately, Mr. Luca Luvist is hereby appointed as First Minister of the Tsarist Empire and Chairman of the Council of Ministers."

The murmurs that had just been going on suddenly ceased with Alexandra's clear and loud words. Her Majesty the Queen, wearing a laurel wreath and with bright eyes, exuded an imposing aura that made the ministers below dare not raise their heads.

Even if they are still dissatisfied in their hearts.

Even though they still looked down on Lucan Luvist, the young man whom the Emperor and Empress had called a 'sage'.

Religious saints are nothing more than jewels used to adorn the robes of nobles.

They all think so.

But with Nicholas II absent, the Empress's words were clearly beyond question.

Not to mention they knew perfectly well that even if Nicholas II were still alive, he would only wholeheartedly approve of Lukang becoming the first minister of the empire—he and his wife were both respectful and submissive to Lukang.

After overwhelming all the ministers with her imposing presence, Alexandra, standing before the throne, finally looked at the young priest standing to one side.

Lu Kang smiled again.

As a result, a blush, like that of a young girl, unconsciously appeared on Her Majesty the Empress's face.

That night, instead of returning to the library, you went to Her Majesty the Queen's bedchamber and discussed matters with her throughout the night.

The next day, you left your palace feeling refreshed and headed to the Imperial Council Hall.

On this day, you announced the dismissal of all ministers in the empire. Your move caused a huge uproar throughout the court and the country. However, faced with Her Majesty the Empress's unconditional support, the empire's former ministers and nobles left in anger. Before leaving their posts, they deliberately left behind a mess for you to clean up.

They're waiting to see you fail.

But you managed to tidy everything up perfectly—for a magician with extraordinary powers, many things can be resolved in mysterious ways.

You have become the Imperial Minister of Finance, Imperial Minister of Transportation, Imperial Minister of Agriculture, and Imperial Minister of Industry.

You single-handedly shouldered the responsibility of the empire's core institutions and systematically supported the entire empire's structure.

Your actions have surprised and impressed many, but have also caused considerable anxiety among others.

[Those former ministers and nobles of the empire who had hoped to see you make a fool of yourself were terrified of your actions. They accused you of using demonic powers and slandered you for having affairs with many noblewomen. But when the news reached Alexandra, the queen was unconcerned and did not believe it.]

"If I couldn't succeed directly, how could anyone else have done it?" This is a rumor that the Empress said at the time, even if she actually did something else with you to get closer to you.

As a result, countless noblewomen flocked to you, eager to have an affair with you, but you rejected them all.

You feel helpless.

The former ministers and nobles were also greatly surprised.

[August 1915]

Your power in the court has reached its zenith; within the empire, you hold absolute power of life and death, and no one can oppose you.

In April 1915, you initiated wartime control and a planned economy, promoted a group of young officials from lower social classes, and began land reform.

The reforms faced numerous obstacles, but you effectively leveraged external forces to resolve the contradictions. You also won over a group of new nobles by taking advantage of Alexandra's absolute trust. You were not fighting alone.

You know very well that one's own strength is ultimately limited, and even mysterious powers are not omnipotent—you did not demonstrate magic or miracles, but merely used mystery to accelerate your thinking.

[By reshuffling the board, your measures have effectively eased domestic tensions, although only temporarily, but they have indeed brought clarity to the overall situation of the Tsarist Empire.]

Nicholas II sent a letter from the front, in which he expressed his gratitude, admiration, and devout faith in you.

He praised you highly in his letter, but you only found it nauseating.

Your prestige within the country has reached an extremely high level. Even the German Emperor, representing the enemy nation, praised you as the Bismarck of the Tsarist Empire, and travelers from the East called you "Zhang Juzheng of the Western world," a prime minister who saved the times.

But your actions have also instilled fear in countless people.

You've heard that the old aristocratic class, led by the former minister, is plotting to assassinate you.