In Type-Moon: Creating a Magecraft Family Lineage

It wasn't until Lu Kang's back had vanished at the end of the street corner that Kishinami Kiara snapped out of her turbulent thoughts. She looked up at the massive figure looming over the distant court, the Phantasm born of generations of Tsars, standing beneath a sky shrouded by the ever-gathering Evils of Humanity, a sky as dark as an inverted abyss.

The surface of the abyss was like water, reflecting the undulating palace architecture of Moscow. Kishinami Kiara felt the Evils of Humanity converging from all directions. As someone who had reached the Throne of Heaven, awakened the 'All-Seeing Eye', and could perceive the Evils of Humanity, her senses at this moment were particularly sharp.

That man was a madman. But... his will to save the world suddenly filled her with a wealth of emotion. "It really... makes one remember things that shouldn't have been forgotten, doesn't it?" The Demonic Bodhisattva—or rather, the Shramana Nun, Kishinami Kiara—suddenly sighed, recalling a time when she was just a Buddhist nun. At that time, she too had cultivated with the will to save the world.

She brought her hands together in prayer. The revealing attire on her body vanished in an instant, and the black and white nun's habit once again enveloped her. She returned to her previous appearance and, with a silent sigh... glanced sideways.

"Is that why you didn't stop him from leaving, you monster woman?" a clear and crisp voice sounded. On the Moscow street, now swept clean of snow, a woman with long, brownish-red hair, wearing a black robe and a formal hat, abruptly appeared at Kiara's side.

Kiara was slightly taken aback, then grinned. "Who knows? Perhaps I was truly powerless?"

"Hah." The red-haired woman glanced at her, a mocking smile on her lips. She paused, then added, "This is for the best. If you Church folk choose to give up, then we will handle the Sealing Designation of that fellow." With a swish of her long hair, the woman strode forward.

Kishinami Kiara remained where she was. She watched the woman's back as she strode towards the Kremlin, watched as more figures appeared behind her from within her billowing black robe.

"The Mage's Association's Enforcers, and the Lord of the Department of Policies, Barthomeloi? What a troublesome bunch." Of course, Kiara knew their identities. The Church and the Mage's Association had always been like fire and water. If their positions were reversed, she and the other woman might have come to blows. But for now, at least, they had a common, overt enemy. And that was Lu Kang Luvest, a heretic to both the Church and the Mage's Association.

Under these circumstances, she would not make a move against the Association. But she would not help them either. Even though she still had power to spare. In fact, her remaining power was quite abundant; what she had just shown was less than a thousandth of it... To think that such a person would appear in this parallel world, she thought.

However... "You're all... already too late." With a light laugh, Kiara's figure vanished from the spot.

"Lu Kang Luvest. Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future." Her voice gradually faded.

"Lady Barthomeloi..." Ahead, the striding Barthomeloi paused slightly. The red-haired woman looked back, and a subordinate magus immediately stepped forward to ask, "Should we be on guard against the Church..."

"No need," Barthomeloi's expression was calm, her voice cold. "That woman will not interfere with us—she wouldn't dare. Our top priority is to place that man who has defied the path of mystery under a Sealing Designation."

"Yes, ma'am!"

As her words fell, the magi at the scene vanished in an instant, accelerating their pace towards the front.

At almost the same time, atop a tall building in Moscow, someone else was quietly gazing at the massive figure above the court. Vladimir's mustache twitched in the oncoming wind. An unlit pipe was clenched in his teeth. He could feel the thick malice mixed in the wind.

"What an unexpected spectacle," he bit down on his pipe. "But this is also for the best. Although it's three days ahead of schedule, we have already made full preparations." The mentor turned and looked at the figures standing behind him. "Begin the operation. Get the workers and peasants in every region moving. Let everyone stand up."

"We don't need to seize the court, we don't need to usurp power. The first thing we must do is ensure that those who are oppressed are no longer oppressed, that those who are displaced have a place to call home!"

"The time has come. The time has come to completely burn away the sins of this old era."

"Comrades, the moment of revolution is here!"

In January 1917, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin stood atop a Moscow clock tower and spoke with a deep voice!

...

[You walk before Nicholas II.]

[As the malice in the sky accumulates more and more, you know, the time has come.]

On the other side, before the Kremlin, Lu Kang paused briefly. The primeval beast above his head was still letting out low roars. The phantasm, the incarnation of generations of terrifying Tsars, loomed over the palace dome, its massive tusks looking as if they would pry up the entire era. All the attacking Mensheviks had been repelled by him. On his way, he had seen their retreating figures.

Lu Kang walked into the palace beneath the beast. The phantasm had no legs; it was connected to the palace itself. Or rather, to the figure sitting within the palace.

"You've come." The decorations inside the great hall were still luxurious—lavish curtains, opulent red carpets. On the magnificent imperial throne, a man opened his eyes.

"Yes, I've come." Lu Kang looked at him. "As promised."

Nicholas II, dressed in a dark military uniform, had a slight twitch in his beard. The light from the glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling cast a soft glow. The last Tsar's face was slightly weary. Although the summoning of the phantasm had relied on the converging leyline energy of Moscow, its manifestation still used him as the foundation. It was only natural that he would feel tired. But it would all be over soon.

"Let's begin," Lu Kang said, slowly walking towards the throne. Their year-long plan would come to an end with this step. As long as they bore all the sins of the old era, the hatred could be dissolved. Then, even if the Tsarist empire was still doomed to collapse, in the new tomorrow, the emperor's family could still live like ordinary people. All the sins of the old era would end here.

But just as Lu Kang lifted his foot, he paused after taking two steps. He looked at the barrier that had suddenly appeared before him, at Nicholas II on the throne, who was now bathed in light. "Your Majesty... what is the meaning of this?"

"Please, Your Eminence... stop!" Nicholas II said. His voice was weak and breathless, as if carrying a heavy burden. Intermittently, yet firmly, he expressed his will. "I already know Your Eminence's intentions. But—"

"I have already said."

"Said what?" Lu Kang thought. Is this guy having second thoughts at the last minute? Regretting that he doesn't want to bear the sin, or that he doesn't want the empire to collapse?

But Nicholas II didn't answer his question immediately. He looked up at the dome, as if he could see the massive, primeval beast. He grinned and said in a low voice, "So this is what it's like to be an emperor, such a frightening thing. It's not sacred at all, nor is it great!"

"A thing like this... indeed should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago—" The emperor's words echoed deeply in the palace hall.

Lu Kang's brow lowered slightly, his gaze fixed on the man who had suddenly started rambling.

"People used to tell me that the emperor is great, the empire is sacred, and that all people should revere the emperor as they do their father. Growing up in the palace, I also thought I could be like him—my father, the previous Tsar, Alexander III—a sacred and great emperor."

"But after ascending to this position, I realized it was not as glamorous as it seemed. It's tiring to sit securely, and even more tiring to sit well. But I still believed those words, believed in my own supremacy. My father once told me that I was not suited to be an emperor because I was weak and timid. I refused to accept it. So after becoming emperor, I put on an iron-fisted and resolute facade. In the twilight of this empire's decline, I once thought I could restore its majesty."

"However, thinking back carefully, my father's assessment was quite right. I am very weak. Several times, my indecisiveness in reforms led to failure. Several times, my decisions, made because I didn't want to bear the blame, resulted in serious mistakes."

"Your Eminence must look down on me, right? I can't be like you—to maintain such a resolute posture even when facing God as an enemy!"

Lu Kang's expression flickered. He looked at the seemingly fragile man on the throne, listening to his words. He thought to himself, so this guy wasn't blindly following him out of faith in God. Nicholas II had long known he was not a devout believer, not some religious sage. The reason he still believed in him was simply because he was genuinely capable. And Nicholas II had long known... the Church, and God, were never on his side. God had abandoned him. So even if Lu Kang was a demon, he had no choice but to ally with him.

But as Lu Kang's expression shifted, Nicholas II still didn't give him a chance to speak. He just continued, "Weak, timid, not daring to bear true responsibility. The iron-fisted and brutal facade was just a cover for this flaw. In my life, I have done many, many wrong things. But no matter what."

The weak man suddenly sat up straight. His already deep voice suddenly became deeper, like the tolling of a great bell, or the beating of a war drum. As if he had become an emperor once more.

He said, "Some things, I must bear alone. Because I have said—"

"L'État, c'est moi." (I am the State.)

"The sin of a fallen nation, I shall bear it alone!"

With a great boom, the hall trembled. Nicholas II abruptly stood up straight, his military uniform swirling. He slowly drew the imperial longsword from his waist, a symbol of the Tsar. His face was solemn. In the sky, the beast roared in accompaniment. As if responding to the emperor's will, the primeval beast in the sky lifted its tusks at that moment. It raised its head and pierced the 'dark clouds' in the sky! Its massive trunk instantly wrapped around all the evil in the air—it was devouring, and also bearing. Bearing all evil. And then... step by step, walking towards the end of the empire!

Seeing this, Lu Kang knew he had thought too much. Nicholas II had not regretted it. He had hesitated his whole life, but at the very end, he wanted to make a truly brave decision for himself, just once. At least at this moment, he chose to end the myriad sins in his own way, to bear them all himself.

"I leave my affairs after death... in your hands, Your Eminence!" Nicholas II said in a low voice. He raised his sword. He would take his own life here. With the dignity of an emperor, he would take all the sins of the old era with him. When the empire collapsed, he should go with it.

But the raised sword suddenly stopped. Nicholas II paused, looking at the hand that had appeared on his sword. Lu Kang had passed through the barrier of light and stood before him. "Your decision... I will not oppose it. However, in the end, allow me to see you off on your final journey."

"This way, the 'inheritance' of the empire can also be received by me!"

Nicholas II was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. What imperial inheritance was there left now? What should have been given had already been given. What should have been taken, Lu Kang had also already taken. But he still nodded.

He said, "Then, I leave it to you... my First Minister. My 'Sage' and 'Mentor'!"

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