[Your life remains peaceful.]
[Although you have completed the basic foundation of your magic system, there is still much for you to do.]
[Theoretically, after creating a magic system, one needs a long time to wait for it to sprout, take root, and develop in the era. Only then can the mystery of this era be gathered into the bloodline and crest, to be passed down to future generations and manifested in 'reality'.]
[But while waiting, one can also 'water' it to speed up the rooting of the magic system.]
[You opened the royal court library, announcing to the public that anyone could come to read, browse, and even borrow books.]
[All princes and ministers, all nobles, and even all commoners living near the Kremlin would have the right to learn.]
[Nicholas II had his doubts about your decision. He came to discuss it with you and was eventually persuaded—you told him that this was the only way to alleviate the internal contradictions of the Tsarist empire.]
[Nicholas II believed you, and you did not deceive him.]
[The books and knowledge spread out are the yet-to-sprout seeds of 'The Book of the Law'. They can make your system of mystery sprout and grow faster. And the stronger you are, the more likely you are to change the current predicament.]
[And so every day, outsiders visit the court and enter the library.]
[But they are mostly nobles, and they are mostly not here for the books.]
[They are here for you.]
[But you don't mind.]
[Because you spend every day with Anastasia. You read or write together.]
[You enjoy this quiet atmosphere, looking up to see the girl's serious expression as she ponders the book in her hands—even if the book she's holding is actually a romance novel recounting a classic love story, she is as serious as if she were contemplating a world-class philosophical problem.]
[You smile knowingly.]
[The princess, coming back to her senses, feels she has been laughed at and quickly picks up a real philosophy book from the side.]
[Three minutes later, she is asleep.]
[You laugh out loud.]
[The princess, awakened by you, blushes furiously.]
[On the 523rd day of your arrival at the court, the books in the library are constantly being taken out and replenished, but the number of visitors is less than the day before.]
[On the 524th day, there are even fewer visitors.]
[On the 525th day, the library is sparsely populated.]
[You sense a strange atmosphere.]
[You hear that Nicholas II is planning to leave the Kremlin and tour the country.]
[You keenly sense something.]
[Sure enough.]
[On the 544th day of your arrival at the Kremlin, Nicholas II officially signs the war preparation agreement.]
[It turns out his national tour was a mobilization preparation for war. He had been planning this war for a long time, trying to divert internal conflicts through foreign war.]
[In July of the same year, you hear that both the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the Tsarist empire have begun general mobilization for war.]
[In August of the same year, you hear that the German Empire has issued an ultimatum to the Tsarist empire and France.]
[On August 3rd, Germany declares war on France.]
[On August 5th, the Austro-Hungarian Empire declares war on the Tsarist empire.]
[This year is 1914.]
[In your memory, the war that affected more than half the globe, with over sixty-five million direct participants and two billion people affected, a war of unprecedented scale in human history, 'World War I', has begun.]
[This year, you are still reading and writing in the Kremlin palace in Moscow.]
[This is your third year at the court.]
[On this day, the royal library, which is open to the public, is empty.]
[Anastasia is also, very rarely, absent.]
[You know it is time for you to walk out of the library, time to truly step into history.]
...
"Our First and Second Armies, deployed on the eastern front of the empire, have successfully advanced into Prussia, pushing into German territory!"
"Our army has successfully reached German territory."
"Urgent report from the front—"
"Our Second Army has been ambushed by the German army near Tannenberg in Germany and has been completely wiped out!"
Military reports from the imperial front line were delivered like snowflakes to the Kremlin in Moscow, the residence of the royal family. The majestic palace hall was silent. Numerous domestic princes and ministers looked at each other in the face of the tense situation at the front. The north wind howled outside. The temperature in Moscow in October had dropped sharply. Winter was coming. The sky, obscured by dark clouds, shed a hazy light.
Inside the brightly lit hall, curtains fell, concealing the spacious area. The Tsarina, Alexandra Feodorovna, sat on the throne that originally belonged to Tsar Nicholas II. The woman, still graceful and wearing a magnificent Victorian dress and a tiara, looked at the ministers below. She wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.
Yes, at this moment, within the Tsarist empire, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna was acting on behalf of Nicholas II, handling state affairs. Shortly after the war began, to deal with the tense situation at the front, Nicholas II had put on his military uniform and personally gone to the front lines several days ago. Alexandra Feodorovna was also a noble. She was not just a vase to be displayed in the palace. In a crisis, she could naturally temporarily take Nicholas II's place. But at this moment, she felt somewhat helpless.
And what made her feel helpless was not the constant stream of urgent military reports from the front. In fact, with Nicholas II's personal presence at the front, the soldiers' morale had been greatly boosted, and the urgent situation had already been alleviated to a certain extent. What truly troubled Tsarina Alexandra were the domestic emergencies mixed in with these military reports.
In the past few days, instigated by enemy agencies lurking within the Tsarist empire, large-scale riots had broken out in major cities such as Murmansk, Irkutsk, and Yekaterinburg. Many opportunists had also taken the chance to profit by selling state secrets and profiteering from the war. The war at the front was raging, and the domestic situation was also extremely grim.
The Tsarina was worried, but her face remained calm. No matter what, as the Tsarina, she had the responsibility to hold the rear, to prevent the front line from collapsing and losing ground.
"Perhaps... we can try to cooperate with the revolutionary party," one of the ministers below finally spoke. He chose his words carefully, glancing at the Tsarina's reaction as he spoke. Seeing that she showed no displeasure, he continued, "I heard that their leader was arrested and imprisoned in the Austro-Hungarian Empire a while ago, which has created a grudge. Although they have been moving around and opposing the empire, their attitude towards foreign enemies is consistent with ours. In this chaos, many local riots have also been stopped by them."
"No, no, no! Although they stopped the riots, they also won over the people in those areas, turning them into unstable elements against the empire. How can we cooperate with them?" As soon as the minister finished, someone immediately raised an objection. That person was also a minister, but his views were completely different. "You have to know, that group has always called themselves revolutionaries. The revolution they want is our very lives!"
Foreign forces, incited masses, and revolutionary party members, all mixed together, had emerged at the start of the war, almost igniting the already conflict-ridden Tsarist empire like a powder keg.
The Tsarina listened to the ministers' arguments, her brows furrowed, her beautiful face growing more and more grave. She understood the root of the problem. In the end, the Tsarist empire was not at all suitable for launching a foreign war at this time. In the end, this was a war that was not accepted by the majority of the people. But Nicholas II, though kind and gentle to his family, was always dictatorial in state affairs. He had always acted willfully, without regard for public opinion!
"This is... a headache," Alexandra sighed, her voice crisp and melodious. The ministers below were still arguing. This was the third day since Nicholas II had left, and they had been arguing for three whole days, yet still had not come up with a clear and feasible policy. Such a situation could not help but make the Tsarina worried and exhausted.
It was at this moment that a gust of wind suddenly blew from outside the hall. The wind carried a chill, swaying the light gauze curtains inside, and also swept across the backs and arms of everyone, causing them to fall silent, subconsciously stopping their discussion. They all froze. Tsarina Alexandra also froze. But not just because of the wind, but also because of the figure that had walked into the palace hall with it.
"I sensed a restless atmosphere from outside."
The visitor scanned the crowd. The figure in the black priest's robe was tall and straight, his handsome face smiling. He stood with his back to the sky outside, and the hazy light seemed to focus on his back, forming a clear halo of light. He was like a messenger proclaiming God's will.
Lu Kang Luvest spoke softly. He said, "I believe you are all in need of a little 'revelation'."
The Tsarina's eyes lit up. She had seen the arrival of hope!
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