In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

What a bunch of lunatics.

Fanatical believers!

Lu Kang sighed inwardly. He listened to the chanting growing louder and louder, but he did not stop it. He knew he could not stop it. The baptismal chant could not be easily started, and once it was started, it could not be stopped. Taking rash action would only lead to more serious consequences.

The best way to deal with mystery is always to observe, analyze, and plan before making a decision—and Lu Kang certainly didn't do nothing during the observation process.

He turned the pages of the book.

He manipulated every book, every page, and every word in the library with his consciousness, recording its mysteries.

They are singing.

They are chanting a prayer of miracles that demonstrate the power of God!

He was also piecing things together.

Piecing together a mystery originating from the future!

The light trembled and shimmered, as if the library had been divided into two different worlds. The vibrant colors representing magic and the sacred symbols of miracles tore at each other, a confrontation between 'magic' and 'miracle,' a competition before each unleashed its full power! In the midst of this, the surrounding environment seemed to be painted into an abstract scroll of distorted light and shadow—a painting of Van Gogh's wandering and trial, and Picasso's chaotic lines and mingled blocks of color!

Then the next second——

The light suddenly exploded!

Lu Kang was stunned.

The three agents were also stunned!

The prayer-based 'chanting baptism' came to an abrupt end, and another figure emerged from the divine radiance that appeared above and behind them.

Their rituals have been altered.

What is summoned is not a god, but another being—and therefore, they do not have to pay the price with their lives.

"Oh dear, so easily willing to sacrifice your life, that's not the standard of conduct for a qualified agent, is it?" The voice that followed was clear and melodious, and the summoned phantom appeared in the air, looking not only at the agent at his feet, but also at the boy in front of him who was covered in dazzling light.

—He was looking at Lucon Luvist!

"Lord Kichijoin Kihara of the Burial Agency?" The three agents called out the identity of the appearing figure, their expressions a mixture of surprise and delight!

The newcomer was a member of the Burial Agency—the strongest department within the monster-filled agent organization—a gathering place for monsters among monsters.

Although their ceremony was interrupted, if this person were to arrive...

“Oh dear, although I’m glad you don’t blame me for altering your ritual without permission—I’m just a projection of a miracle here, I don’t have much power,” the phantom said.

She then added, “Since things have already come to this point—why don’t we each take a step back, Priest Luca Luvist?”

She turned her gaze entirely to Lu Kang.

Lu Kang didn't respond immediately. He simply stood atop the magical realm formed by books and words, staring intently at her—

"Kichijou-in Kyōhaku?" Lu Kang pondered the name, finding it strangely familiar... Of course it was familiar, how could it not be?

Isn't this the counterpart of Sesshouin Kiara, one of the Seven Evils of Humanity who originated from humanity but will destroy it in the Moon World?!

"It seems you recognize me, which makes things easier—I was just troubled by the fact that such a big thing happened here after I was sent to the Tsarist country. I'm unfamiliar with the place and the people here, so how am I supposed to handle it? Fortunately, you are someone who listens to my advice."

Kichijouin Kisaki's projection responded in this way, but her phantom figure floated in the air, mottled and transparent, yet Lu Kang could glimpse her exceptionally full figure and the nun's long dress trailing on the ground.

He asked, "How do you want us to compromise?"

“That is, of course—according to the mysterious commandments established by King Solomon,” said Kichijoin Kihara. “Give to God what is God’s, and to man what is man’s.”

“As long as you stop and leave the palace, we will not pursue you wherever you go—after all, you have already seen through the laws of ‘miracles,’ this gain should be enough, right?” The clear and pleasant voice did not move Lu Kang, but it made the three agents below change their expressions slightly.

"Unraveling the patterns of 'miracles'?" They realized that their previous actions had actually exposed the miraculous aspect to this heretic lurking within the church!

Lu Kang did indeed use them to observe a mysterious system belonging to the church that was different from magic, but he dismissed Kichijoin Kihara's suggestion.

He said, "That's something I got myself—what I got is mine. What? You want to trade my own things for mine?"

It seems the negotiations have broken down... Kichijoin Kihara was slightly taken aback, she wanted to say something more.

But Lu Kang didn't give her another chance!

He firmly believes that the magic of language is no less powerful than that of magic.

However, now that things have come to this, it is indeed time to end it.

This entanglement and struggle...

"As you said."

"Give to God what is God's"—this is a commandment established two thousand years ago by Solomon, who created "magic," and Christ, who created "miracles," across time and space for the two ends of modern mystery.

"But I would say even more: what is Solomon's belongs to Solomon, what is Christ's belongs to Christ, and I—"

"take them all!"

In a calm voice, Lu Kang slowly opened the book he had been holding. Almost instantly, all the books in the library opened at the same time, and countless words emerged with fine, flowing light, as if stars were lighting up in the universe. The fireflies scattered throughout the library, surrounding them who were already standing in the central open space surrounded by countless bookshelves!

The magnificent and vast mystery, after being built up, is revealed without reservation!

Thousands of characters simultaneously merged into a single, unformed script—like closing a thick, mysterious tome—

Negotiations broke down.

The phantom of Kichijou-in Kiara spoke calmly, saying, "But next time, the one who comes won't be an ordinary proxy, will it?"

She wasn't angry.

There was no unpleasantness at all.

Some, on the contrary, are delighted at the sight of a predator...

Enthusiastic!

"I eagerly await—ideally, your personal arrival, Kichijoin Kihara!"

Lu Kang was fearless even while in the simulation.

He was already lacking a stepping stone to make a name for himself in the mysterious world!

The next second,

With a hum, thousands of words merged into one and then exploded in an instant, the burst of light flooding the entire library like a torrent.

The figures of the proxy and Kichijoin Kihara were simultaneously submerged within it—

You have expelled the church's agents and the burial agency of Kichijoin Kyohaku.

You understand that your actions are a provocation against the power of the ancient church, but you are not afraid, not because you are afraid of a false death, but because you see it as an opportunity.

You have a basic understanding of the framework of a 'miracle'.

You have some initial ideas on how to fuse bloodlines and imprints to create your own mysterious system.

Chapter Fourteen: Praying for Famine at Jixiangyuan

at the same time.

Tsarist Russia, western suburbs of Moscow.

Inside the Novodevichy Convent, the lights shone brightly under the dark night sky, enveloping the majestic religious buildings in a clear glow.

The lake beside the monastery is crystal clear, reflecting the sky and twinkling stars.

As one of the most prestigious women's monasteries in the Tsarist country, it is only four kilometers away from the Kremlin. Standing between the highest pavilions, one can see the majestic palace that symbolizes the highest power of the empire in the distance.

And at that moment, there was indeed someone standing at the window of the top floor, gazing out—

"How interesting. After all these years, there are still heretics who dare to expose their existence so openly."

The voice echoed in the dim light at the top of the building, its lingering notes carrying a hint of allure that clashed with the sacred atmosphere of the church. However, the only listener present—the abbess of the Novodevichy Convent, an elderly woman nearing seventy—dared not respond, much less offer any criticism or comment.

She only dared to stand with her hands at her sides, respectfully standing behind the person speaking by the window.

Even if the other person's presence does indeed carry a hint of blasphemy here... both their tone and appearance do.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" The person by the window turned her head and looked back. Her figure, swaying in the moonlight, was wrapped in a clean black and white nun's dress. But even with so much fabric, it could not completely hide her extremely full figure. Her bulging chest and slender waist were like a silver screen, and her fair legs, which extended from her wide, round hips, revealed a deep allure.

Undoubtedly, she was an extremely beautiful woman. She wore a headscarf, but judging from the bulging shape, one could guess that she had extremely long and thick hair. Her eyes were upturned, and her face was exquisite. At first glance, she seemed extremely holy, but upon closer inspection, she was exceptionally alluring—possessing a kind of bewitching charm that was both extremely holy and extremely seductive.

She is a member of the most powerful organization in the Holy Church.

The monks and nuns of the 'burial agency', and the Kichijoin Temple pray for a good harvest.

Each member of the Burial Agency holds extremely high status and power; they are violent monsters, bloodthirsty freaks. The Abbess of the New Saintess Convent is considered a high-ranking member of the Holy Church, so the old woman standing here knows very well what kind of beings these monsters are, and naturally, she will be extremely cautious in dealing with them...

"It's okay if you don't speak, don't be so scared, I'm not going to eat you up—"

Kichijouin Kiara's tone wavered, her rosy lips and eyes lifting in unison. While she found the new headmistress of the convent boring, she became more interested in the boy on the other side.

She suddenly recalled the memories from the illusory image she had just received from the projection she had created by altering the 'chanting baptism' ritual of the three agents. She thought of the young 'priest' who displayed mystery and dared to challenge her... He had no intention of letting the three agents go and had no intention of compromising with the Holy Church. If it weren't for her illusory image appearing, the three agents would have been dead long ago, instead of escaping alive as they are now. Of course, they had already been casually abandoned on the road by Kichijoin Kiara, whose purpose was never to have them.

She was indeed just recently transferred to this country.

But it is said to be a source of distress.

They said they were unfamiliar with the area and didn't know how to deal with unexpected situations.

However, she had actually been bored for many years.

The people in the burial agency are all crazy.

He is a paranoid madman.

This is common sense.

That is a fact.

As a madwoman and a lunatic, she is currently searching for amusement everywhere—

“Lucon Luvist”.

"I'll give you a chance to prove yourself—how far can you go, taking over Rasputin's original path?"

The voices of the monks and nuns at the burial agency were clear and pleasant.

Her eyes shone brightly, a miraculous light shining deep within her pupils. The power of the 'Demon Eye' activated from the depths, gazing upon the Kremlin from afar.

She's watching.

But I just watched.

Since Rasputin is dead, there is no suitable replacement for the time being.

Kichijou-in Kihara was not in a hurry to take action against Lu Kang immediately—she planned to wait until Lu Kang had followed the path originally taken by Rasputin, and until he had seized power and resources from the upper echelons of the Tsarist Empire before making her move—at that time, she would directly take back what the young priest had already obtained, which rightfully belonged to the Holy Church, untouched.

This might be raising tigers.

But she was confident that she would not become a problem.

No—or rather, in Kichijoin Kihara's heart, he actually longed to raise a tiger to cause trouble.

Even if the chances are extremely slim.

But at least... it can bring her some joy.

...

You have expelled the church's agents and the burial agency of Kichijoin Kyohaku.

[You didn't sense the impending crisis, but standing inside the library, you could still detect being spied on from the outside. You knew it was Kichijou Inahara's 'Mystic Eye' observing you, but she didn't rush to attack you, which reassured you somewhat.]

[You understand that you may not be a match for Kichijouin Kihara right now. Your previous provocation was both an inevitable move under circumstances—having come this far, you cannot give up everything you have gained in the court and leave. Moreover, you are confident that you can quickly gain the power to fight against one of the members of the Burial Agency and one of the strongest agents.]

Over the next few hours, you tidied up the books scattered around and also reflected on what you had gained that night.

The Church's 'Miracle'

The Magician's 'Magic'

Two different mysterious concepts intertwine in your mind, gradually twisting together like vines clinging to each other.

You have an idea.

But this is just a thought process.

[In the latter half of the night, Empress Alexandra Feodorovna knocked on the library door; she came to have a profound yet accessible conversation with you throughout the night.]

Looking at her, you remembered the girl named Anastasia from earlier that day, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Queen Alexandra, believing she had received the Sage's Smile, was overjoyed.