In Type-Moon: Creating a Magecraft Family Lineage

In early 1917, coinciding with the appearance of the Moscow Phantasm, on that very morning, the Menshevik party was the first to storm the Kremlin. They breached the palace gates but were defeated by the 'ferocious beast' within. It was a failed uprising.

The emperor of the empire died on that day. Some say he died because of the phantasm that day; others say he died of a sudden hysterical fit. But some also say he died at the hands of Lu Kang Luvest, his soul taken by the demon. He, and his family, who had disappeared without a trace, were the same.

—From "The Death of Nicholas II"

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[You have killed Nicholas II.]

[As the emperor's longsword in your hand pierces his chest, you suddenly remember many things. You think of all the stories about this emperor, of the past related to him.]

[A mediocre, insecure, and yet arrogant emperor who, in the end, found his own path.]

[This is your evaluation of him.]

At that instant, crimson blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword onto the ground, dyeing the red carpet a deeper, darker shade. Lu Kang took two steps back. Nicholas II slowly closed his eyes.

The ground hummed and vibrated. Outside the palace, above the dome, the phantasm that was the incarnation of generations of Tsars, having lost its vessel, shook and trembled. It raised its massive tusks and let out an increasingly loud roar, as if unwilling to accept the empire's destined collapse, yet powerless... Powerlessly, it swayed. Powerlessly, it trembled. Powerlessly, it crumbled like sand—and along with it, all the various evils that had permeated this land. All the 'sins'. All the 'karma'.

And, of course, a mediocre and weak monarch.

The sky returned to clarity. The sunlight after the snow was exceptionally bright. Lu Kang stood before the throne, leaning on the sword, looking at the emperor on the throne who had lowered his head and lost all signs of life. He thought to himself that the emperor probably hadn't understood his meaning before he died... the imperial inheritance he had spoken of referred to his daughters...

Lu Kang was no saint. He had always been one to act only when there was profit to be made.

Clap, clap, clap... Just then, the crisp sound of applause echoed in this highest palace of the empire. The glass chandeliers were still lit, the palace was still spacious. Between the draped gauze curtains, figures slowly walked in, clad in long black boots. The person in the lead clapped as they walked, their crisp voice ringing out, "A weak emperor makes a truly resolute decision before his death, and the demon impersonating a sage collects his reward."

"It's a pity Shakespeare has been dead for several hundred years. If he were here, he would surely be able to write a beautiful collection of stories based on this scene."

Lu Kang looked at them. Figures surrounded them from all directions, encircling the throne—and him before it. But he only looked at the speaker. The woman with the long, brownish-red hair...

"From the Mage's Association?" Lu Kang was not surprised by their appearance. This was the court. He could sense anyone who entered—sense their presence, sense the faction represented by the mystery they exuded.

"Clock Tower, Enforcer of Sealing Designations." The woman's black outer coat fell, covering the uniform underneath. Her knee-length skirt and long boots tapped on the floor. She held a long whip in her hand. Her long hair was tied up in a high ponytail, revealing a heroic face, accentuating a queen-like, decisive temperament.

She said, "Vivian Barthomeloi."

"A Lord of the Clock Tower?" Lu Kang smiled. "A truly resounding name. It is said that the Barthomeloi are one of the three great noble families of the Clock Tower, with a family history of over a thousand years. Successive Barthomeloi Lords have also been the Lords of the Department of Policies, which is responsible for maintaining order, holding high status and power."

"I never thought I would be able to draw out such a 'great figure'—"

"But you don't seem surprised at all," Vivian said, looking at the man who was still chatting and laughing casually despite being surrounded. She thought of how he had just 'repelled' a member of the Burial Agency and was not surprised by his calm and confident demeanor. She just said calmly, "You have had many dealings with the Church—but if you apply your impression of them to us, you are gravely mistaken. Lu Kang Luvest, the magecraft you learned comes from the Clock Tower, but the law you practice violates the precepts of Solomon. Do you confess your sins?"

"Should I say that the Mage's Association and the Church are truly old rivals?" Lu Kang laughed again, quite happily. "The exact same tone, the exact same, condescending, accusatory tone."

"If I respond by confessing my sins, will you pickle me in formalin as a specimen?"

"That is a Sealing Designation—a means of preserving forbidden mystery," Vivian Barthomeloi frowned, clearly displeased with his flippant attitude. "A magus like you should not be entitled to such a privilege. you should feel honored..."

"Yes, yes, right, right." Lu Kang put his hands in the pockets of his black outer coat. He reined in his smile, his deep brown eyes gazing intently, his expression suddenly becoming extremely calm. So calm that a strange feeling arose in Vivian's heart. But before she could explore what this strangeness was, she heard Lu Kang say in a low voice, "It's about time."

The man before the throne slowly began to walk. Vivian Barthomeloi opened her mouth to reprimand him. But she suddenly realized that her own movements had become very slow. Just the action of opening her mouth seemed to take an eternity to complete. Just the action of raising her hand to stop him took thousands of times longer than usual.

I can't stop him.

Lu Kang stepped past the dais.

I can't hold him back.

He came before them—this feeling was as if being inside the other's magic workshop, affected by a slowing spell. But when they had entered this palace, they had clearly and carefully surveyed it. There were no traces of inscribed formulas here, neither of magecraft nor of miracles!

But as Vivian struggled to raise her eyes, she saw the scenery outside the window and was suddenly stunned. She stared in astonishment at the bird flying past the window, at its slow-flapping wings. This slowing effect was not just happening inside the hall—but also outside!

Sunlight fell, dust motes scattered. Everything had become very, very slow. And so Vivian Barthomeloi finally realized. This palace indeed had no mystic codes. Because Lu Kang had inscribed his mystic codes... on the entire country itself!

Yes. In his year, three hundred and sixty-five days of preparation, he had not only prepared the Phantasm of the generations of Tsars, but had also long since distributed the books he had inscribed in the library, scattering them throughout the entire Tsarist empire. He had planted his mystery in this soil.

Every person who had read the books would have the seeds of the Magecraft of the Mind planted in their hearts. Every person who had read the books would become a part of Lu Kang's power. Aiding him in the transition between the old and new eras... to root his mystery in the soil of the new age!

"Now, the Tsar is dead. The Tsarist empire is about to collapse. The transition between the old and new eras has arrived." Lu Kang chanted in a low voice.

And so Vivian suddenly understood. As the Lord of the Department of Policies, her mastery of magecraft was naturally at its peak. Many things, she could understand by analogy, at a glance. And so she understood. She understood the true purpose of this young man, this man who came from a background as a priest.

He was creating his own system of mystery... Because of the collapse of the old era, all sins had been carried away by the Phantasm formed from the aggregation of the concepts of generations of Tsars. So this land now was new and bright, like a blank page of paper. Like a barren, fertile land. A newly appeared pure land.

But Lu Kang's pen had already been put to paper. His seeds had already been planted in the fertile soil. Just waiting for the right time. They would sprout. Just waiting for the time to arrive. His mystery, at this instant, with the help of those thousands of minds, would rapidly develop—occupying the mystery of the new era.

But a mystery created in this way had never existed before. To use thousands of minds to water the system of the Magecraft of the Mind that he had created. To use thousands of minds to perfect his power... what he would complete would be no ordinary system of magecraft! Vivian Barthomeloi would not ignore the changes that had just occurred in this land. She would not ignore the Evils of this World that had just been taken away, and the cleansed hearts of the people.

Those were the hearts of thousands. But they no longer had their former complexity and danger. Instead, it was a pure power of the mind, without evil, and controllable! That was equivalent to the pious faith of thousands of believers. This was a vast and pure power. A power like this... was enough to create a 'God'! Not a Phantasm, not an angel or a demon, but a true god, like that of the Church. A 'God' as the source of mystery!

He was creating a 'God'! Perhaps nascent, perhaps weak, but possessing infinite possibilities... a genuine God! With the malice taken away, with the cleansed, pure thoughts... Vivian Barthomeloi suddenly felt her scalp tingle. Though she couldn't understand how Lu Kang, by staying in this court, could seemingly see the situation of the entire Tsarist empire, she also didn't know that at this moment, he was also borrowing the power of the spirit contracted to Anastasia.

She was his eyes. Even now, far away, this fact would not change.

And this was the second mystery that Lu Kang had displayed in front of the great crowd in this life. It was the other purpose behind his cleansing of the world, of taking away all the Evils of this World from within the Tsarist empire. He would, from this, take one step forward. And create a 'God'!

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He displayed mystery only twice in his life. The first time, he became the king of men, gaining the wisdom to be king. The second time, he became the king of magecraft, creating the source of mystery, creating the seventy-two demonic gods.

—From "The Book of Solomon"

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