In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

It was nearly sunset, and the setting sun's rays, filtering through the high walls and windows, bathed the spacious and majestic library in patches of crimson, like fallen maple leaves. Anastasia, who had arrived with you, noticed the towering bookshelves and blushed slightly, remembering the embarrassment of their first meeting.

"I must go," she says to you, with young maids and female knights following and protecting her in the distance.

"Goodnight, Your Highness." You reply politely, thinking to yourself, it's just a casual visit, why am I acting so hesitant and anxious?

[But before parting, Anastasia paused, glancing back at you. The setting sun painted her long, silvery-white hair, making it flow smoothly like the Milky Way. Her angelic down dress swayed in the wind, and her deep blue cloak resembled the bright sky.]

She suddenly spoke again in a low voice: 'From now on... you can just call me Anna.'

As you watched the girl flee for the second time, listening to the lingering, embarrassed sounds in the air, you couldn't help but shake your head and laugh out loud.

[You know that this princess has let her guard down in your presence. She easily trusts others—or rather, she easily trusts you. She is pure and innocent.]

[You've thought about the historical fate of this princess again.]

"Although it was the upper echelons of an empire on the verge of collapse."

"Although the country is about to perish."

"But some people can still live."

In the library bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Lu strolled in the open space in the center of the library, surrounded by towering bookshelves. He faced the cool breeze blowing from above, a breeze that was gradually approaching evening. His expression was calm, but his eyes were intense.

He said, "What do you think?"

"Agents of the Holy Church—you've been hiding in this library, waiting for me for ages, haven't you?"

He turned his gaze away.

The library's bookshelves, towering like giants, are reflected in the view, and even more so, figures emerge from the bookshelves, as if drawn from nothing by ink and brush.

"Lucon Luvist, do you admit to the sins of falsely claiming the name of a sage and corrupting the discipline of the church?"

A cold, hoarse voice then rang out!

Chapter Eleven: Agents of the Holy Church

Faced with the sudden appearance of a person demanding an explanation, you remain silent.

You knew this day would come; you knew you'd be exposed sooner or later for impersonating a 'sage' of the church.

You weren't surprised or flustered; you simply watched calmly as they emerged from the shadows.

At this moment, the cold, hoarse words still lingered in the air; though the sound was not loud, it continued to spread throughout the towering and wide library.

The fierce winds blowing down from the high walls made the dust particles gathering and dispersing under the setting sun tremble even more violently between the pages of the book, as if they too felt the cold and desolate fear.

There was more than one figure emerging from the shadows of the bookshelf.

They acted in groups of three, forming a triangular formation as they walked out, surrounding Lu Kang in the center of the diagonal.

Although they were called clergy, they were neither like priests nor ordinary believers. Instead, they were like assassins walking in the dark. They wore long black robes and cloaks, their faces were covered by hoods, their hands were covered by black gloves, and their equally black boots made a crisp thud on the flat tile floor of the library.

They were fully protected from head to toe, but the only thing related to the church was the silver cross hanging on their chests.

As Lu Kang watched them approach step by step, he also flicked the silver cross on his chest.

He said, "Were they just ordinary agents who came?"

"I thought I'd see people from the strongest department among the agents, the 'Burying Agency'!"

Lu Kang remained calm, as if the person before him was not an executioner to interrogate him, but a guest who had come from afar.

“To deal with you, we are all you need.” The hoarse voice rang out again, coming from all directions, as if it were not spoken by any of the three of them, yet it also sounded as if they were speaking at the same time.

They looked at each other.

Lu Kang's reaction to discovering their whereabouts was not surprising at all—or rather, they never intended to hide their presence.

This is confidence, but also arrogance!

They said, "Priest Luca Luvist, do you confess your sins?"

Lu Kang simply shook his head.

Priest.

This is the seventh rank of the church clergy, the most common and prevalent 'priest' rank, and also Lucaine's position in the church register—he was, of course, a registered member of the church clergy.

In any case, in this life simulation, he was taken in and raised by the abbess of the monastery.

Even though that dean was quite special, which led Lu Kang to be neither devout nor religious towards the so-called gods, both in the past and now.

But he did indeed grow up in an environment with strong religious beliefs.

Therefore, these people can easily say his name.

Therefore, Lu Kang was also very clear about what kind of organization the church was.

He understood perfectly what kind of behemoth this religious organization was, whether it appeared pure and serene or filthy to ordinary people—and they never showed mercy to the 'heretics' lurking within the church!

Those responsible for dealing with heretics are a group of people called 'Agents,' who are like executioners!

As Lu Kang shook his head, he stopped abruptly as soon as he lifted his foot. He looked at the light that was slowly rising in the air to form an invisible wall, and at the circular magic circle that was gradually lighting up and spreading under his feet, as if emerging from the water. He couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

Sure enough.

he said in his heart.

This is a sealing magic array.

It forms a triangular barrier by connecting the three executors at their apex.

Just as Lu Kang had suspected, the three agents were already waiting for him in the library, and had already set up traps and ambushes.

At this moment, Lu Kang was trapped in the magic array, unable to move forward or backward, and seemingly unable to make any contact with the outside world—whether it was a material connection or a connection with a mysterious force!

"Priest Lucan Luvist, do you plead guilty?"

When Lu Kang paused.

The three agents spoke up once again, this time with louder and more resounding voices!

It resonated like a great bell, or even more like a divine question from the highest and farthest heaven, causing one to feel one's heart tremble and one's soul break!

Lu Kang wondered if they had brought a megaphone. Was the loud noise meant to intimidate them?

But thinking about it carefully, it does seem... quite intimidating.

However, he remained calm, after all, he was used to being scared and he had expected this scene!

"Is this the 'execution rack' you've prepared for me?" he said. "If I confess, will you burn me at the stake right here, just like those medieval witches you persecuted?"

“Everyone has original sin, but your sin is worse, and you deserve to be punished for your sins—” The three agents looked at each other again and spoke in unison, as if they were not three people, but a whole consisting of three separate bodies.

Lu Kang laughed: "Then, what crime do I need to confess to? Is it the crime of defrauding others by impersonating a church sage?"

"still..."

"The crime of Grigory Rasputin, who killed the pawns you planted in the Tsarist court!?"

As the young priest finished speaking, a gust of wind from above instantly swirled the pages of the massive bookshelf, creating a rustling sound like falling leaves. The rays of the setting sun, gathered into beams, painted the surrounding bookshelf, creating a mottled effect like layers of paint spreading across a scroll. This effect also caused the three agents to lower their gazes slightly. Upon hearing Lu Kang's words, their pupils contracted simultaneously.

The next second, Lu Kang suddenly raised his hand—in the instant the wind subsided, in the fleeting moment the pages of the book turned...

His clothes lit up instantly, and the mottled, mysterious spells engraved on them, connecting to form the sanctuary spells of the 'battleground' and 'workshop', were instantly infused with magic and activated!

Then his outer garments unfurled like wings, and in a flash, the barrier woven by the agents shattered, turning into specks of light and shadow that scattered across the central open space of the majestic library!

Light and dust splattered everywhere, and the towering bookshelves vibrated, causing specks of dust to fall.

“You…” The agents took a step back to avoid the impact of the shattered barrier. They retreated and leaned against the bookshelf, which was still vibrating slightly and making a faint creaking sound, watching the rising dust and the boy standing in the dust.

Looking at his posture, like an angel spreading its wings, I couldn't help but feel solemn.

But they were not solemn because of Lu Kang's posture at that moment—but because of his words!

Are you curious how I know about Rasputin?

Hearing their excited words, Lu Kang couldn't help but smile happily.

Of course he knew—

Behind Rasputin is the fact that the Holy Church is behind him!

It should be noted that although his title as a 'wise man' has been confirmed in the court, it has not yet been truly spread or widely known, yet these agents of the church have already come knocking on his door.

Historically, Rasputin deceived Nicholas and his wife and acted arrogantly in the name of God in the palace for so long, yet nothing happened and no church came forward to condemn him.

—This favoritism is irrefutable proof!

Moreover, this also explains why Nicholas II and his wife, as the emperor and empress of the Tsarist Empire, behaved like ordinary people when they encountered Rasputin—in this world, ordinary people have nothing about the mysterious, but magicians are still present in various national institutions, and it is impossible for an emperor, as the ruler of a country, to be completely ignorant of the mysterious under normal circumstances.

The only possibility is that they were sidelined from the beginning and the truth was concealed from them.

In the Tsarist Empire, only the Church could do this!

Rasputin was sent to the court by the church, most likely with the aim of seizing the court's wealth before the collapse of the Tsarist empire and getting a share of the spoils from the soon-to-be-ruined empire!

Yes, the so-called church has never been entirely righteous and glorious, and its vast power, which has grown from the beginning of the Common Era to its present state, is not entirely pure.

But Lu Kang wouldn't say these things outright.

He just grinned, smiling, and looked at the three agents in front of him.

He said, "I have heard that although the people in the core of the church also know some mystical knowledge of magic, they have always regarded it as heresy and disdain to use it. Instead, they use a mystery called 'miracle'."

"Now it seems that this so-called miracle is actually just the faith of believers around the world in the Church's deity. Human thought itself is an undecipherable 'mystery,' and faith is naturally one of them. Although this mystery is thin, uncontrollable, and difficult to grasp—even though faith is a part of thought that has been filtered through layers, it still has great uncertainty. But when the faith of enough people comes together, it can become the foundation for the birth of a vast mystery, or even..."

"To become an invisible 'god'."

"This is the source of the power of miracles."

It originates from faith, and even more so from the 'God' to which faith points.

This is quite different from the way magicians preserve mystery through bloodlines and engraving techniques.

It is based on the mind and grounded in faith.

Furthermore, they are bound together by religion.

Therefore.

The three agents in front of them did not take action immediately after sealing Lu Kang's body—because the idealism of the 'miracle' dictated that they must uphold their devout faith and conduct what they believed to be the true and just judgment of Lu Kang—even if it was just a superficial and false judgment, it was still a necessary ritual to activate the mystery!

It is precisely for this reason that they amplified their voices to an extreme degree, as loud as the horns of judgment descending from the heavens, in order to make Lu Kang's will submit to them.

As long as Lu Kang truly believes he is guilty—even if it's just a tiny bit, a subconscious feeling—he will be trapped in it forever and will surely die!

This is a clash of wills.

It is a manifestation of the power of miracles.

Unfortunately...

"Willpower is no match for language."

"Your hearts were ultimately shaken because I exposed the church's conspiracy!"

Words and dust settled at the same time.

Lu Kang slowly walked out of the encirclement, his cloak billowing, and the first layer of the Sanctuary spell, like the wings of an angel, reappeared here!

Chapter Twelve: The Library? Records of the Sanctuary—Every Word Contains Mystery.

The curtains on the upper windows of the library fluttered, catching the warm sunlight that slanted down.

The agents stood before the towering bookshelves bathed in sunlight, their backs against the sandalwood supports, already crimson but now even more vibrant in the setting sun. They looked solemnly at the boy standing in the very center of the library's open space.

Lu Kang's long robe billowed out, the hem covered with a fine and intricate silver-white magic array, resembling tassels and wings at first glance.

Above him was the arched dome of the library, and the hanging glass chandeliers slowly lit up, like the moon rising!

The echoes of Lu Kang's words faded away.

At this moment, this scene was indeed within the expectations of the three agents who were lying in ambush here. They joined forces to perform the mysterious "miracle" to judge Lu Kang, precisely to isolate him from the outside world and kill him completely in the trial while he was in a sealed state. They also knew that Lu Kang was wearing a "magical costume" that outlined a magic circle and resembled a magic workshop.

They took precautions from the very beginning.

Under that kind of isolation.

Lu Kang should not have been able to activate his magical artifact—because the mystery of 'magic' cannot be activated under the seal of a mysterious power called 'Miracle'.

'Miracle' and 'magic' are like the church and magicians—they are opposites, waxing and waning, and are heretics to each other!