In Type-Moon: Creating a Magecraft Family Lineage

"Sister Anna, thank you so much."

"Your medical skills are truly divine!"

"Thank you, thank you..."

Voices of gratitude rose from the crowd. On the streets of St. Petersburg, the setting sun cast a red shadow, dyeing the former capital of the Tsarist empire. A figure, dressed in a heavy black and white nun's habit that perfectly concealed her form and face, revealing only a hint of a girlish frame, smiled and shook her head at the people thanking her. She felt it was just a small effort, nothing much, yet the people couldn't stop expressing their gratitude, their eyes filled with respect and awe.

In their eyes, this girl who did not show her true face was like a saint. With a wave of her hand, without any physical contact, she could cure the lifelong ailments of common folk with just a few words—a power just like the saints of legend.

In the process, the girl's light blue eyes, half-hidden under the brim of her hood, squinted slightly, as if feeling a sense of joy. So this is what it feels like to help others, so reassuring, she thought. Although she was tired, she truly enjoyed this feeling. It wasn't until she had sent the last person away that the young girl slowly stood up, holding her medical kit.

The setting sun grew dimmer, the city's evening shadows stretching and stumbling. The girl gently stretched her delicate body and tucked a stray, snow-like strand of crystalline hair under her hood. Her gaze shifted, and confirming no one was around, she gently raised her hand. As if from nothing, a small shadow appeared in her palm. The snow spirit of the Tsarist empire, woven like a scarecrow, swayed and chirped. Seeing the little spirit's lively and cheerful appearance, the girl couldn't help but smile.

"As lively as ever... Miss Spirit." Although a spirit born of nature has no self-awareness and only instinct, and thus no gender, the girl felt it must be female... just like herself.

Holding the spirit, she suddenly sighed. "Come to think of it, it's been almost a year, hasn't it?" The girl glanced behind her. Her shadow was stretched long by the setting sun, so long it seemed to overlap with the distant palace complex. She certainly knew what those palaces were. They were the Tsar's Winter Palace in St. Petersburg. Their former residence.

But now, it no longer had anything to do with them. Anastasia thought.

St. Petersburg had once been the true capital of the Tsarist empire. From 1712 until the eve of the overthrow of the Tsarist regime, its status had never changed. Even in Nicholas II's 'later years', when the royal family had basically settled in the emperor's Moscow palace, the Kremlin, due to Lu Kang, and countless ministers had moved to Moscow with them, St. Petersburg's prosperity remained, its status unshaken.

Of course, it was still prosperous now. This city, with its advantageous location by the Baltic Sea, would not be neglected no matter how the times changed. But it was no longer the capital. The capital was now Moscow. The capital of this country, no longer with an emperor, ruled by the Bolsheviks, was where the revolution had first ignited.

Only a year had passed, yet the world had changed so much. Only a year had passed, yet it made Anastasia miss that man so much. But she took a light breath and suppressed her longing. His Eminence must be very busy right now. Although I can't help him much, I have to be strong!

The girl in the nun's habit put away the snow spirit and walked down the street with her medical kit. Her steps were light, her robes swaying. Figures passed by her side, a bustling crowd, yet they all seemed to ignore her. She didn't look at anyone either, but walked towards an ordinary house in a St. Petersburg city alley. That was her current home, and the home of her family, who were no longer a Tsarina and princesses.

They had arrived in St. Petersburg at the end of last year, on the eve of the empire's collapse. They had come to the true capital of the Tsarist empire according to the plan set by Lu Kang and Nicholas II, but they did not live in the imperial palace. Instead, they lived like commoners in the streets and alleys. Besides them, the even younger Alexei had been sent to live in a foreign country long ago. As the Tsarevich, Alexei was different from the Grand Duchesses. Only by leaving the country could he completely sever his ties.

At first, the princesses were of course very unaccustomed to it—unaccustomed to not having servants, unaccustomed to not having an entourage. But soon, they gradually settled down. When the news of Nicholas II's death came, Alexandra, no longer a Tsarina, did not cry. She just silently shouldered the responsibility of the head of the family. The three pampered princesses no longer complained.

Yes, three princesses—as the fourth princess of the empire, Anastasia had always been exceptionally strong. She was the first to get used to commoner life, the first to walk into the ordinary streets and alleys. She had been like this even before the news of her father's death arrived. She knew she couldn't be a burden to His Eminence. In this past year, she had learned extraordinary medical skills through the power of the spirit. She had seen many poor places in this world with the spirit as her eyes.

This world was not as beautiful as the romance novels described. It had ugly places. Many, many places of suffering. But Anastasia did not feel disgusted. Because she knew His Eminence had walked out from here. She protected herself well and naturally stepped into it. She was no longer a princess. Now, even if someone saw her true face under the nun's habit, no one would think she was the former princess of the empire. This was His Eminence's miracle. Anastasia accepted it calmly.

"If His Eminence saw me now, he would surely be very surprised, right?" the girl walking across the street corner thought to herself. She felt she had grown a lot, and she was very eager to meet him again. She missed him very much. Every night, she would stay up late writing letters out of longing, but after writing them, she would put them away, not wanting to disturb him, and never send them. But she still missed him. Every day, every night, every moment...

"Oof?"

The daydreaming princess didn't stop walking and suddenly bumped into a warm embrace. Snapping back to reality, she froze. With the spirit's protection, no matter how lost in thought she was, she shouldn't have collided with anyone under normal circumstances. Unless that person was the figure she had been longing for. Unless...

"Your Eminence?" The princess looked up, both surprised and overjoyed.

Sure enough—as the last ray of the setting sun fell, under the vast starry sky, the young priest, with his tall and slender figure, looked at the girl who had crashed into his arms and couldn't help but smile. He said, "So many years have passed, yet Her Highness the Princess is still so clumsy."

"I am not clumsy," Anastasia huffed, but a bright arc couldn't help but appear on her lips. She smiled brightly at Lu Kang Luvest. Just as she had done many years ago, she said, "I did it on purpose."

This was the reunion she had been hoping for.

"I've come to get you, Your Highness." And so Lu Kang understood. As their eyes met, he gently pulled her into a tight embrace.

...

[You have found Anastasia, who has been living in seclusion in St. Petersburg.]

[The place where they live was chosen by you. You knew where she was.]

[Dressed as a nun, she clumsily crashes into your arms, just as she did many years ago. But she seems to have grown a lot. You can read much in her eyes.]

[You gently embrace her. In this moment, in this world, it is as if you are the only two people.]

[You have come to get her.]

[You say:]

[The empire has collapsed, Nicholas II is dead, but the empire still has an inheritance. That is the imperial princess, Anastasia.]

[You will take her away from this country.]

[To the Far East.]

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