In Type-Moon: Creating a Magecraft Family Lineage

Four kilometers from the Kremlin, the surface of the lake rippled, reflecting the outlines of the sky and the church. Sunlight glinted off the sharp dome of the convent, and the grand tolling of the bell echoed far and wide. It was not a day for pilgrimage or prayer, yet the gate of the 'Novodevichy Convent' was bustling with an endless stream of people.

"How many is that now?" someone whispered. The prioress, dressed in her nun's habit, asked the young nun beside her in a low voice.

The nun glanced at the notebook she was holding and replied, "Seventeen already, Prioress."

The prioress nodded, squinting her eyes in the sun. At this moment, they were standing in the open square in front of the convent, watching the people come and go. The visitors were all powerful and wealthy, but their well-dressed figures all wore expressions of gloom. They brought one coffin after another. The black coffins were parked in front of the convent, and the silver crosses adorning the wooden lids all indicated the high status of the deceased.

—At least, a great noble of the rank of Marquis or higher.

But here, at this moment, let alone Marquises, even great figures who had served as First Minister with the rank of 'Duke' were not scarce. The next funeral mass was already scheduled for next month. The prioress stared at these coffins, lost in thought about the various stories and legends that had been circulating wildly in Moscow recently...

After sending off the last wave of people who had come to leave coffins, the little nun beside her looked curiously at the black coffins, then suddenly leaned closer to the prioress. "Prioress, I heard that these people all died because that 'His Eminence Lu Kang' cast a curse?" she asked in a small voice. Then, somewhat confused, she added, "But I don't feel a single trace of a heretical aura on them?"

The little nun's voice startled the prioress from her thoughts. She had been pondering these rumors as well. But upon hearing her, she just said sternly, "In the light of the Lord's glory, one must not speak of things without evidence, lest one be cast into purgatory."

The little nun immediately fell silent... The prioress shook her head but then fell back into deep thought. It wasn't that she blamed the nun for being so confused. After all, seventeen great figures dying overnight was almost unprecedented. And all of them were political enemies of the ruling Lu Kang Luvest. But the prioress's words were not without reason. As a high-ranking member of the Church in the Tsarist empire, she was also a wielder of miracles. She could naturally sense whether mystic powers were involved. In her perception, these great figures had all died of natural causes...

"Natural death does not necessarily mean there was no external interference."

Just then, a clear and swaying voice came from behind them. The prioress was stunned. The little nun beside her suddenly brightened. "Sister Kiara..." Kishinami Kiara held a high status, but in the convent, she had always been kind to ordinary nuns like them, like an older sister close in age.

"Show some respect!" the prioress scolded the nun in a low voice. She quickly turned to look at the woman who had walked out of the convent. Her expression was apprehensive. Even though this woman had been staying in the convent all this time and seemed harmless, a beast of prey does not lose its sharp claws just because it temporarily appears gentle. The prioress still remembered how terrifying her guest was.

It was at this moment that Kishinami Kiara's full and somewhat exaggerated figure, outlined in the shadow of the convent interior, slowly emerged. She glanced at the little nun who had been scolded and was now sticking out her tongue with an innocent expression, then looked at the serious and respectful prioress.

She said, "Nature can also be a mystery."

"Are you saying that the heretic is manipulating the forces of nature? But how is that possible?" the prioress couldn't believe it.

"Nothing is impossible. You must know, mystery itself is difficult to comprehend. Even for us who stand within it, it is filled with too many unknowns," Kishinami Kiara said, walking slowly towards the coffins. A playful smile appeared on her charming face under the wimple of her nun's habit. She could indeed feel a special power mixed in with these corpses. Ordinary people couldn't sense it. But as a member of the Burial Agency, she felt it was exceptionally clear.

It was not a miracle, nor was it magecraft. But it seemed to be a mystery that combined both. "That man is becoming more and more interesting," Kishinami Kiara said, not without anticipation. She looked forward to seeing what kind of amusement that person would bring her on the final day...

Yes. The final day. Kishinami Kiara could feel it. The final day of the empire's collapse was already fast approaching.

...

[After the Night of Blood, you have preliminarily completed the purge of the Tsarist empire's interior. Your prestige has reached an extremely high level. Even if it is only a prestige built on fear and will not last long, you do not need it to be long-lasting.]

[In July 1915, you suppressed the last counter-attack of the old noble class.]

[After this day, Tsarina Alexandra values you even more. You begin to carry out further drastic reforms. While vigorously developing industry, agriculture, and transport, you also open new types of schools throughout the country, encouraging commoners to strive for improvement. You write letters to famous people from all walks of life, inviting them to teach in the schools with extremely high salaries.]

[The domestic contradictions are further eased by your measures.]

[You are trying to transform the Tsarist empire into a new era country wearing the skin of a feudal system, to complete the transition between the old and new eras in the most peaceful way possible, to silently send imperialism to its grave—with the smallest price, the fewest sacrifices.]

[You will become the undertaker of the old empire and the founder of the new nation. You will also take the opportunity to plant the seeds of mystery in the soil of the new era, accelerating their sprouting and growth.]

[Just when the whole country—including yourself—thinks the situation is excellent, the latest news comes from the front.]

[The front-line battlefield, personally commanded by Nicholas II, suddenly collapses. The defeat is like an avalanche. Nicholas II is forced to sign a war reparations treaty with the German Empire.]

[This news sends shockwaves throughout the country.]

[On January 2, 1916, shortly after Christmas, the Tsarist empire is once again in turmoil. The entire country is in an uproar. Workers strike, merchants close their shops, students boycott classes.]

[Fires of rebellion are lit everywhere.]

[You are at a loss.]

[This day, you spend the entire day in the Imperial Council Chamber thinking, and finally come to a conclusion—]

[Damn it, a bunch of shameless god-botherers.]

[You believe that the rout at the front is related to the Church, and it is even highly likely that their interference led to this situation.]

[You finally know that your methods will not work.]

[Even with the power of Anna's spirits, if you are facing the Church, or even the Mage's Association—this little power is clearly not enough.]

[You need more preparation.]

[On January 21, 1917, Nicholas II returns to the Kremlin in Moscow with his defeated army from the front.]

[You go to have an 'audience' with the emperor to discuss future measures.]

[You still have one last resort.]

[But before you even step into the emperor's bedchamber, you hear the sound of objects crashing to the floor from outside the window, as well as roars of anger.]

[You walk through the silent long corridor of the palace. The attendants beside you are trembling with fear. The old steward coming out of the bedchamber hopes you can persuade Nicholas II to take care of his health.]

[You walk into the inner room and see Nicholas II with messy hair and red, swollen eyes.]

[It is clear that the defeat in the war has hit him hard. He has completely lost his previous confident and extravagant appearance. He sees you, and before he can speak, you speak first—]

"Your Majesty, we still have one last chance."

[He is stunned.]

[His dim eyes, as if remembering something, rekindle with hope.]

[Yes, you still have one last chance. Although the reform failed because of the war, what you have done has not been in vain.]

[At least the domestic contradictions have been greatly eased.]

- At least the national strength has temporarily recovered.]

[Your efforts have not been in vain.]

[At this time, facing the renewed outbreak of public opinion and dissatisfaction, you only need to push out a scapegoat to bear all the evil consequences.]

[You can feel that Nicholas II has made up his mind.]

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