In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Unless that person is the one she longs for.

unless...

"Your Majesty?"

The princess looked up in surprise and delight.

Sure enough—as the last rays of the setting sun faded completely, under the vast starry sky, the tall and slender young priest looked at the girl who had bumped into him and couldn't help but smile.

He said, "After all these years, Your Highness is still so reckless."

"I won't be reckless," Anastasia snorted, but a bright smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.

She smiled brightly at Luca Luvist.

She said, just as she had many years ago, "I did it on purpose."

This was the reunion she had hoped for.

"I've come to pick you up, Your Highness."

Lu Kang then understood.

As their eyes met, he gently pulled her closer.

...

You met Anastasia, who was living in seclusion in St. Petersburg.

[The place they live is the one you chose; you know where she is.]

Dressed as a nun, she stumbled into your arms as clumsily as she had years ago, but she seemed to have grown a lot, and you could read a lot in her eyes.

You gently embraced her; in that moment, it seemed as if the world consisted only of the two of you.

You've come to pick her up.

【you say】

The empire has collapsed, Nicholas II is dead, but the empire still has a legacy: the empire's princess, Anastasia.

You will take her with you as you leave this country.

Heading to the Far East

Chapter Thirty-Three: Getting Married in the Far East

[Taking Nicholas II's family away from the Tsarist Empire was your initial plan. Although the empire and monarch are now completely a thing of the past on this land, the only way to truly sever ties is to leave.]

Anastasia has no objection to your decision.

[But you intended to bring her mother and sister, only to be refused by Alexandra.]

She tells you that she is too old and should die on this land alongside Nicholas II.

Although she had tried to establish a close relationship with you many times, it was only because of the times. As Empress, Alexandra never wanted to abandon the Emperor, even now that the Empire is gone.

You look at her, still possessing a captivating charm, and nod, thinking to yourself, "She's truly a remarkable woman."

Alexandra asked you to leave with her daughters, and though the princesses were extremely reluctant, they obeyed their mother's wishes.

In December 1917, you spent your last Christmas week in this country, which was no longer the Tsarist Empire.

Looking at the bustling and prosperous scene on the street, you seem to have already seen the future prosperity of this country.

Everything returns to its beginning.

And your purpose has been achieved.

In January 1918, the port of St. Petersburg was bustling with activity as ships came and went. Steam-powered steel behemoths, like mythical dragons, spewed out pale smoke. Amidst the long and shrill blasts of their horns, the former princesses bid farewell to their former empress and boarded cruise ships bound for the Far East.

You offered your final blessing to the queen who remained.

You tell her, "Your life will be peaceful, stable, and healthy."

Your words have become reality.

Your voice became a magical blessing.

"Do as you please, and this will be your law."

[You are now able to project an even stronger sense of mystery.]

...

The whereabouts of Nicholas II's family members remain an unsolved historical mystery.

There are rumors that they were buried alive with Nicholas II, some say they went into hiding afterward, living in some unknown corner of the Tsarist country, and others say they left the country with the most vicious and evil man, Luca Luvist, and went to another country.

I went to investigate in person, and in the end, I only heard some of the past from an old woman living in a monastery in St. Petersburg.

The old woman has lived there for decades, weathering many storms, yet she remains alone.

She prays every day.

For her deceased husband.

She also prayed for her relatives who were far away in a foreign country.

—Report on the Investigation into the Whereabouts of Nicholas II and His Family

...

"Is it on this cruise ship?"

"Be careful to operate covertly—that man is very strong, and quite a few people have already disappeared on this ship."

"We are the designated executors of the seal, what is there to be afraid of?"

Ships on a long voyage.

The steel hull sailed on the sea, parting the waves. The waves parted on both sides like pale ribbons billowing in the wind. The upper and lower decks of the ship were clearly separated. On the deck, the wind was blowing. Inside, the long corridors were deep. In the shadows, a figure spoke in a low voice.

three people.

They were exchanging words, appearing ready for battle.

They already held various magical costumes in their hands, ready to be activated at any moment.

But their words fell silent.

Behind them, from the deeper shadows, another voice rang out.

He said in a low voice, "Are you really not afraid?"

The designated executors were stunned for a moment, their expressions changed drastically, but it was too late to turn around.

What greets you is a flowing, intense radiance.

Silver white and light blue intertwined

That was the light of the church's miracles.

It is also the power of magic.

A mental magic technique, a fusion of both, blossomed in an instant, released as the words from the person who had appeared behind them at some unknown time fell—

"asphyxia."

In an instant, the designated executors of the seal suffocated and died. Their bodies fell to the ground with a thud, in the shadows of a corner at the end of a long corridor where almost no one would come.

The person who finished doing this task walked out slowly from the corner, as if simply brushing away a tiny speck of dust.

The tall, handsome young man looked down at the three clock tower seal executors, all shrouded in black, and couldn't help but shake his head.

This was the umpteenth attacker he had defeated.

The church's agent, and the designated executor of the seal by the Mage's Association.

Since he left the Tsarist country.

These guys then arrived one after another.

Unfortunately, neither members of the Burial Agency nor monarchs came—they seemed to think they were no longer powerful after leaving the Tsarist Empire. As it turned out, Lu Kang was not as invincible as he appeared when he created the gods, but he was not as fragile as he seemed either.

They are basically insignificant to Lu Kang, who has now achieved some success in magic.

He placed his hands in his coat pockets, his expression seemingly calm, but inwardly he was quite pleased with himself. —Back then, he had to be so wary of even a mere Rasputin; now, he already possessed a certain air of importance.

He waved his hand again, and with a flick of his wrist, the fallen corpse instantly turned to dust and disappeared.

To destroy evidence at will.

He strolled away casually.

The windows of the long corridor inside the cabin reflected the blue sea and sky outside, with the endless waves stretching as far as the eye could see.

They had been sailing at sea for nearly half a month since leaving the Tsarist country.

The easternmost part of the Tsarist Empire, whose territory spanned across Eurasia, was not far from the Far East. However, St. Petersburg was located in the western part of the Tsarist Empire, with a distance of tens of thousands of miles between east and west. The journey from the port of St. Petersburg, across the Baltic Sea, around the Arctic Ocean, and finally to the Far East was quite long.

However long it may be, it will eventually come to an end.

Fortunately, none of the princesses got seasick... Lu Kang thought with some relief. As he pondered, he crossed the corridor and finally pushed open the door leading to the ship's deck.

A strong wind swept in, whipping up waves.

Lu Kang paused slightly, the bright sunrise making him squint, but the silvery-white figure standing in the sunlight made him hesitate again before walking up to it.

Good morning, Anna.

Lu Kang said.

The deck was quite spacious, with only one figure leaning against the railing at the edge, gazing at the sea. The former imperial princess, nineteen years old at the time, wore an angelic goose down dress, her long hair billowing in the wind like a silver river. The dress swayed, concealing her delicate and beautiful figure. She heard Lu Kang's words and turned her head to look back, her light blue eyes filled with a deep smile.

"Your Majesty, you're late today?" Anastasia's red lips parted slightly, gleaming in the sunlight like flower petals covered in morning dew.

The girl's figure undulated as she passed by. Lu Kang replied, "I just swept up some dust on the way."

"I've been a 'cleaner' several times along the way, so when we reach our destination, I'll definitely have to ask the captain to give us a free ride," he said, not without a hint of joking.

"Your Majesty certainly has a lot of excuses." Anastasia shook her head and chuckled. She gathered her long hair, which was quite messy from the wind, and watched Lu Kang step forward and come to her side.

The sky outside the deck was exceptionally bright, and the young man and girl stood side by side in the sunlight.

This is a fixed time they spend alone every day on the ship.

"So you're in such a hurry to have a secret rendezvous with me?" Lu Kangtian said shamelessly.

"What does Your Majesty think?" Anastasia's light blue eyes shifted slightly. After getting to know her better, she wasn't the kind of person who was shy or hesitant, especially since they had known each other for so many years.

However, after she finished speaking, she added, "Besides, sleeping in late is a bad habit—Elder Olga and the others sleep in late every day. When I came out, they hadn't even gotten out of bed yet; they were practically turning into pigs!"

“I know you’re excited about your first voyage, but don’t be so excited… You’re too energetic, Anna—and why are you still calling me Your Majesty?” Lu Kang shook his head: “I’ve said it many times, I’m no longer Your Majesty.”

"I may not be a princess, but Your Majesty is still Your Majesty in my heart." Anastasia's expression suddenly turned serious.

Her light blue eyes were fixed on the handsome face of the man beside her.

Her words have indeed matured a lot.

Their will is also very strong.

Lu Kang paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Fine, whatever you want!" he chuckled.

Just then, the sea suddenly roared, the sea breeze blew even stronger, the waves surged and overlapped, and a pillar of water vapor in the distance poured up toward the sky.

That was a miracle at sea, a scene of whales spouting water.

Lu Kang and Anna looked over at the same time.

“No matter how many times I’ve seen it, I still think the ocean is truly beautiful…” Anastasia said softly, tilting her head. “But we’re almost there, aren’t we?”

"Hmm." Lu Kang nodded. He had already confirmed the route before coming. The ship they were on had reached the Sea of ​​Okhotsk in the Far East, and their destination was not far away.

"So, what kind of country is the Far East?" Anastasia asked, not without curiosity.

“To be precise, it’s not called the Far East, it’s called Japan.” Knowing that the princess’s curiosity was always strong, Lu Kang naturally explained, “It’s a country with a beautiful environment, but unfortunately the people aren’t very good.”

"Not quite right?" Seeing that Her Majesty seemed to have some unpleasant memories awakened, Anastasia wisely chose not to ask any further questions.

Lu Kang replied, "You must be very curious as to why we chose that place, right?"

"Hmm...yes." Anastasia hesitated for a moment, but nodded nonetheless. She was indeed very curious, and the question she had been suppressing was precisely for this reason.