In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Chapter Twenty-One: Anna's Fear and Anxiety

In the Kremlin Palace, on the second floor of the main palace complex where members of the royal family reside, a light gauze curtain hangs down, partially obscuring the sky outside the window. A narrow corridor leads to a staircase at the end where portraits of past Tsars are displayed. Ivan IV, the founder of the Tsarist Empire, with his ancient and dignified face and meticulously combed hair and beard, stands prominently at the highest point. His face in the portrait faces the slanting sunlight shining from outside the corridor, and the rising sun appears particularly fiery red.

There were shadowy figures making noises.

"come yet?"

"Not here yet—"

"The Godfather seems a bit late today... Oh no, did he oversleep?"

"Do you think everyone is like you, Maria? The Godfather is definitely working hard for the Empire—so young, yet so capable..."

"Phew, I didn't oversleep! Anna definitely overslept this morning!"

"I didn't!"

...

Such conversations rose and fell, their clear voices echoing like larks in the hall on the other side of the corridor. The girls craned their necks, their similar yet distinct faces each carrying an eager expression.

They are the three princesses of the empire. Apart from Olga Nikolaevna, the eldest daughter of the empire who has already come of age, all three daughters of Nicholas II have gathered here.

Tatiana Nikolaevna, 18; Maria Nikolaevna, 17; and Anastasia Nikolaevna, 16.

As the biological daughters of Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra, Maria and Anastasia both inherited their mother's beautiful silver hair. However, Maria's hair color was slightly duller, appearing like a layer of gray lead next to Anastasia's. In contrast, the Empire's second princess, Tatiana, inherited her father Nicholas II's hair color, which was jet black and smooth, like a dark curtain draped under the night.

Tatiana often envied her two younger sisters' beautiful silver hair. In the religious beliefs of the Tsarist Empire, silver symbolized holiness and purity, and was also the color of wind and snow.

But compared to their elder sister, Tatiana is actually quite lucky.

after all...

"I heard that Princess Olga has always been quite resentful about not being able to receive instruction from His Majesty Lu Kang. She even wrote a letter from St. Petersburg to express her envy!"

Princess Tatiana was quite pleased with herself.

“Actually, if you ask me, Princess Tatiana is already eighteen years old and doesn’t need any tutors or godfathers anymore.” Maria showed no respect for her older sister.

Tatiana glared at her instantly.

Anastasia, sitting beside her, remained silent. She simply sat in the hall with her legs crossed. More than half a year later, she had blossomed into an even more beautiful and slender woman. At this moment, her head was bowed, and her face, half-hidden by her silver hair, was exquisitely beautiful, like a snow sprite, yet it exuded an inexplicable melancholy.

She sighed.

Tatiana and Maria heard their sister's sigh and stopped bickering, looking over at her.

"Anna, what are you sighing about?" Maria asked curiously. "Aren't you happy that the Godfather is here?"

"Could it be that you've grown tired of His Majesty?" Tatiana asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I’m just a little helpless.” Anna raised her face, her beautiful figure, hidden beneath her snow-white dress, trembled slightly. She said, “Why should I receive His Majesty’s guidance along with you—even though I’ve been by His Majesty’s side for two years already.”

Tatiana and Maria: "..."

Is this showing off? This is definitely showing off, isn't it?

I should never have paid any attention to this guy!

The two princesses glared at each other, but the youngest princess of the empire smiled mischievously.

Of course she was pleased with herself!

It's just that there's something to be done about it.

It was at this moment that they heard a steady, gentle footstep coming from the corridor outside the hall.

The Godfather is here!

Tatiana and Maria instantly composed themselves and returned to their seats, sitting upright. Anna adjusted her long sleeves to cover her arms, but her light blue eyes suddenly darted around, as if she were thinking about how to play a prank.

...As Lu Kang walked up the stairs and across the corridor outside the hall, his gaze swept over the portraits of the Tsars hanging on the wall at the edge of the corridor. The heavy, dark priest's robes seemed to blend into the shadow of the former emperors. Finally, his gaze lingered briefly on the majestic and ancient face of Ivan IV.

Lu Kang thought to himself, "As expected of the founder of the Tsarist Empire, known as the 'Thunder Emperor,' and the first Tsar to be crowned Emperor in the history of the Tsarist Empire, he is indeed majestic in appearance. But this is not actually the first time he has set foot in this innermost part of the Kremlin."

Half a year earlier, after he stepped out of the library and took over the position of First Minister of the Empire in the Imperial Council, Alexandra, seeing that he had finally "emerged," immediately invited him to become the tutor of her daughters and the three princesses of the Empire who were not yet of age—that is, their "godfather" in terms of knowledge and spirit.

At that time, the empire only had its eldest princess, Olga, who had come of age.

The princess ranked second still has six months to go.

The thought of those three beautiful imperial princesses made Lu Kang's lips curl into a smile—being with pretty and lovely girls every day was much more interesting than sitting in the imperial council hall facing those numb and aged ministers.

he thought.

Finally, after crossing the corridor and long passageway, they arrived at the hall at the end. The spacious palace was bathed in the clear and bright sunlight reflected from the windows. The hanging glass chandeliers on the dome were arranged like blooming flowers. The walls, inlaid with gold wire, had columns embedded in them. The extinguished fireplace was engraved with ancient murals. A long table was against the wall, and a red carpet was laid on the floor. Several princesses in long dresses rose to greet them in the middle, and the melodious voices of the princesses rang out again.

Lu Kang suddenly had the illusion that he had walked into a kindergarten... He couldn't help but cough softly.

"Your Highnesses, please take a seat!" He waved his hand.

You began your usual teaching routine.

[But in reality, the imperial princesses, who are nearing adulthood, don't need you to teach them anything. Queen Alexandra simply wants to use this to build a good relationship with you, and you're happy to solidify your current position.]

You behaved with humility, politeness, and gentleness, and you ignored the princesses' deliberate flirting with you several times in class.

You feel you've cultivated an indestructible heart, unmoved by external influences...

[What a load of rubbish!]

[You're only doing this to maintain the purity of the bloodline and ensure that the mystical system isn't diluted or fragmented.]

To some extent, this is also a matter of 'waiting for a higher price'.

A person who is consistent in word and deed is more likely to achieve your goals.

That's your view; your purpose has always been very clear.

After finishing a family lesson, you declined the princesses' offers to stay and left the palace.

“Your Majesty Lu Kang is as holy as ever…” Maria stared at Lu Kang’s retreating figure as he disappeared down the corridor. She thought to herself that she had hinted several times that she wanted to invite him to her private room for one-on-one lessons, but he had ignored her.

The young woman couldn't help but sigh. No wonder so many noble ladies outside were vying for her attention, yet none of them succeeded...

“Maria, shameless.” Tatiana, standing beside her, said with an unfriendly expression.

“I’m just freely pursuing my own love!” Maria snorted, flicking a strand of silver hair behind her ear. “Besides, your hints just now were no less than mine.”

"I genuinely wanted to learn," Tatiana said without batting an eye.

"Okay, I believe you, hehe." Maria smiled, her expression full of sarcasm!

Tatiana was about to continue arguing with her younger sister when she suddenly stopped, looked to the side, and paused, stunned.

"Where's Anna?"

Maria also realized what was happening.

She thought for a moment.

"Anna seems to have... gone out with His Majesty?"

The two sisters looked at each other, then suddenly realized what was happening.

God knows what His Majesty and Anna do when they are alone.

and many more!

"Your Majesty's self-discipline, could it be for Anna's sake?" Maria asked with a hint of jealousy.

Tatiana was somewhat envious.

They made a sound of gritting their teeth.

"Damn it!" they said at the same time!

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Princess's Spiritual Vision

Lu Kang left the princesses' palace.

As I stepped out of the attic, sunlight streamed into my eyes, dappling the courtyard in front of the palace gates with vibrant light. Moscow's harsh winter ended in mid-April, and as May drew to a close, the wind had already ushered in the arrival of spring.

Now the prime minister of a country, yet still dressed in priest's robes, Lu Kang stood in the courtyard, his boots leaving shallow footprints in the slightly damp soil. The man in his early twenties turned and looked back at the end of the footprints.

A streak of silvery white drifted past in sight and quickly disappeared into the shade of the trees on one side.

Lu Kang smiled.

“Don’t hide,” he said. “If you want to hide, first hide your dazzling hair—this little bit of shade can’t hide your brilliance, Anna.”

"Hmm..." The back of the tree rustled slightly, its silvery-white leaves shimmering brilliantly in the midday sun.

After a brief pause, Anastasia stepped out, her light blue eyes slightly lowered beneath her hair.

The girl said, "Good afternoon, Godfather."

The charming and lovely princess lifted her skirt and gave a slight bow. Her figure, wrapped in angel down, was even more graceful and lovely. Her curvaceous figure was no less than that of her mother, Queen Alexandra. However, if the Queen was a peach with mature charm, Anastasia was fully developed but still had a touch of immaturity.

She appeared to be a refined and elegant royal figure, but Lu Kang, who was used to her sometimes shy and sometimes mischievous and active side, only felt awkward.

However, Anna didn't wait for Lu Kang's response before asking, "Where is Godfather going?"

She was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

“To the Imperial Council Hall,” Lu Kang replied.

"Isn't it to Mother's place?" Anastasia blinked.

"You already know, why ask?" Lu Kangli retorted, his tone both defiant and arrogant.

"..."

Anastasia blinked. Even the girl, who already knew how thick-skinned this guy was, couldn't help but admire His Majesty's thick skin—perhaps this was the 'Wailing Wall' from mythology?

The princess, who subconsciously harbored a mischievous thought, pursed her lips but did not show much hope. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Lu Kang speak.

He continued, "How can you assign more homework if you don't go to see your mothers?"

"No, no, please be lenient!" Anastasia shook her head vigorously.

"So you're afraid of this too?" Lu Kang looked relaxed. He did visit the Empress's palace every day, but of course, he wasn't talking about this; it was just some daily conversations and imperial administrative strategies.

Alexandra was a very capable woman, whose abilities were not much inferior to those of Nicholas II. The reason she unconditionally trusted Rasputin in the original historical trajectory was simply because her devout faith in the gods, even to the point of extreme blind faith, overwhelmed her suspicion of Rasputin.

Discussing with her would also allow Lu Kang to better formulate imperial policies.

However, there's no rush now.

"Your Highness, would you like to stroll with me in this garden?" Seeing Anna hesitate, Lu Kang offered to invite her, knowing the little thoughts of the girl who had chased after him immediately after he left.

"Hmm." The princess did not refuse. She simply looked up at the clear sky and said softly, "Speaking of which... it seems like it has been a long time since His Majesty Lu Kang and I have walked together like this."

“It has been 173 days since the start of the war, more than half a year,” Lu Kang calculated accurately.

"Are you counting down the days?" Anna's lips parted slightly, and she looked at the young priest with a hint of surprise in her light blue eyes.

"Of course."

As they walked side by side in the courtyard, Lu Kang spoke with an air of matter-of-fact composure. He responded to the princess's surprise with a slight smile on his handsome face: "Unlike Your Highness, I am not content with nothing but romantic novels."

"Hmm..." Anastasia blushed slightly.

The wind blowing in my face swept over the lush, sprouting plants that had been nourished by spring. The rare and beautiful plants rustled as they swayed. It wasn't just the leaves that fluttered in the wind; the girl's long, flowing silver hair and long dress also rippled in the breeze.

Her delicate face shimmered with a pale glow in the wind.

Her steps faltered, revealing her shapely calves, delicately swaying beneath the black silk skirt.

She suddenly whispered, "Your Majesty... I don't want to learn those things anymore."

"What?" Lu Kang didn't react at first.

"I don't want to learn those biblical knowledge and doctrines anymore." The princess raised her hand, clenching her fair palm tightly against her soft chest. She thought to herself that she should speak out and express the thoughts she had long held. At this moment, the expression in her light blue eyes as she looked at Lu Kang became incomparably firm.

She said, "I want to follow you and learn how to govern a country!"

"Governing the country?" Lu Kang tilted his head and squinted. He wondered if this girl had come up with another sudden idea. Just like when they first met, she said she wanted to find military strategies to cover up her true purpose. However, when he saw the seriousness hidden deep in her beautiful light blue eyes, Lu Kang stopped.

She means it.

He saw it.

"Why?" Lu Kang couldn't help but wonder what could make a girl who had lived in seclusion in the palace for so long have such thoughts?

“It has been a long time since I have spoken to you alone like this.” Anastasia turned to face Lu Kang, looking up at him. Her silver hair swayed, revealing a fair and delicate face. She stood straight in the sunlight, her long dress billowing.