Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

A moment later, the blond boy who had jumped out of the pit looked at the "iron bird" flying overhead, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Well, it seems like a very interesting era."

Immediately, the little boy raised his hand and tapped his head, clearing his chaotic thoughts, a look of joy appearing on his face.

"I'm feeling a bit bored. Shouldn't I do something I'm interested in?"

With that, the blond-haired, red-eyed boy stepped over the edge of the ruins of Ainsworth and headed into the dense forest.

However, as the cool moonlight shone on his bare body, the boy slapped his forehead and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the magic of gold, like liquid, covered the little boy's body and wove into the data in his brain, including his white children's clothes that matched the characteristics of the era.

After resolving his identity issue, the boy nodded in satisfaction, made his way out of the dense forest, walked to the roadside, and stretched out his arms to make a hitchhiking gesture. He quickly managed to get a ride thanks to his harmless smile and deceptively childlike demeanor.

At this very moment, in Fuyuki Harbor.

A passenger ship bearing the name "Minerva" printed in Italian, accompanied by the whistling of its horn, pushed through the waves and docked at the shore.

As the cabin door opened, a young woman with long silver hair and rare golden eyes, wearing a black navy cap, a white trench coat over a black tuxedo, black tights, and silver hair, dragged a large black suitcase down from the cabin and onto the shore.

However, after only a few steps ashore, the frail girl, panting heavily, squatted down on the ground, looked back at her, and weakly reminded them.

"Looks like we've arrived."

"Yes."

With skin as white as ivory, short silver hair, and a petite stature, she wore a school uniform of unknown origin and a woolen hat that subtly revealed the shape of cat ears. This half-human-sized loli followed behind at a leisurely pace, nodding with a smile.

Then, the silver-haired loli standing to the side took a deep breath, her deep and beautiful dark purple eyes sparkling, like an owl that had spotted its prey in the night, whispering meaningfully.

"...Finally arrived..."

After a short rest on the bench, the golden-eyed girl in the navy hat, who had regained some strength, stood up and looked at the silver-haired little girl with the same color next to her. She was a little surprised and asked casually.

"What, is no one coming to pick you up?"

"It seems... there isn't..."

The silver-haired loli came to her senses, shook her head slightly, and looked rather helpless.

Looking at the solitary figure before her, the golden-eyed girl hesitated for a moment before extending an invitation.

"If you have nowhere to go, how about we stay at the nearby church for the night?"

To be honest,

She wasn't someone who liked to do good deeds.

However, leaving a small child out like that late at night still goes against the teachings she received.

Incidentally, she was religious, and therefore not a very good nun.

When faced with a request for help, one should extend a helping hand to the person calling for help.

Moreover, on the ship, the child handed her a cup of lemon tea, which greatly relieved her seasickness symptoms.

The two got along very well afterwards.

The silver-haired little girl smiled shyly at the invitation.

"Would it be too much trouble for you?"

"No, my father is a priest at the church. I came to Fuyuki City specifically to see him. We can stay together tonight. Besides, the church often provides spare rooms for people in need."

The golden-eyed girl answered truthfully, but when she mentioned the word "father," the unintentional eye roll revealed her lack of respect for her blood relative.

"What a coincidence? I'm also here in Fuyuki City to see my father."

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired loli looked surprised, her dark purple eyes revealing a hint of affection.

Not only did they meet someone they could talk to on the same ship, but their journeys and destinations were also surprisingly similar.

A series of coincidences combined to create two figures, one large and one small, of the same color scheme, that inexplicably seemed to be in sync.

After a brief moment of tranquility, the golden-eyed girl glanced at the silver-haired loli beside her, then looked around at the dwindling crowd and the empty street, and couldn't help but speak.

"Then why..."

But the golden-eyed girl felt it was a bit abrupt and swallowed the rest of her question.

However, the silver-haired loli beside her was very clever. From those few words, she understood the hidden meaning and blinked her purple eyes, revealing a hint of cunning.

"Because I snuck out, and I want to show up suddenly this time to give my dad a fright. He always treats me like a little kid and never plays with me!"

The golden-eyed girl couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly when she heard the silver-haired loli's enthusiastic "grand plan".

Turns out he was a runaway kid...

However, the few complaints were quickly overshadowed by the golden-eyed girl's rare self-reflection.

Well, it seems I'm not much better off myself.

Unable to tolerate the rules of the convent, she "accidentally" beat up the mean-spirited nun and the priest who tried to lay a hand on her, leaving them partially paralyzed.

After things escalated, she was able to graduate from the convent ahead of schedule under the arrangement of her grandfather, Kotomine Risei, and transfer to her biological father's command in Fuyuki City to continue gaining seniority and, incidentally, seek refuge.

Realizing that neither of them were exactly law-abiding individuals at heart, the golden-eyed girl looked at the silver-haired loli in front of her with even more gentle satisfaction.

"By the way, we've been chatting for so long, and I still don't know your name?"

The silver-haired loli blinked her purple eyes, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"Pallas Athena..."

"Karen Ordesia..."

Faced with the infectious smile of the little girl before her, the girl with golden eyes introduced herself and reached out her hand.

Under the bright moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, gently shook hands, establishing an initial friendly and trusting relationship.

Immediately afterwards, the two "daughters" of the same color, who had traveled thousands of miles to find their father, followed the guidance of the streetlights and headed towards the Kotomine Church in the distance.

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Chapter 252 Doctor, Welcome Home (4.2k views)

Rome, Italy.

On a sunny afternoon, several pigeons landed around the square, pecking at breadcrumbs left by passersby, creating a scene of peace and tranquility.

Bathed in dappled golden sunlight, a young girl with silver hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white court dress, sat quietly on a park bench, holding a hand puppet, gazing across the street.

Inside an old-fashioned café, a family of four sat facing each other by the window at a table painted with red and black wood lacquer.

The father was a refined middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses, who appeared to be a teacher; the mother had flaxen braids, a gentle temperament, and was a traditional housewife; the couple each held their young daughter and son in their arms.

In the dappled sunlight, the father pointed out nearby famous buildings to his daughter through the window and told her about the history and past of these historical sites.

The mother scooped out a spoonful of chocolate mousse and fed it to her young son, who had a sweet tooth.

A family of four is enjoying lunch in a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

The silver-haired, blue-eyed girl off-screen seemed out of place; her slender, pale fingers clenched and unclenched, revealing a deep inner turmoil.

"What, aren't you going in to take a look?"

As the deep voice echoed back, the air around the bench rippled like water. A handsome male tourist in a black trench coat scattered all the breadcrumbs from his paper bag to the cooing pigeons gathered around him, clapped his hands, and looked up at the Russian princess beside him.

Those deep eyes, sparkling like stars, seemed to see through the secrets and desires deep within people's hearts.

His demeanor was like that of an angel, and his actions like those of a god.

Yes, he was indeed an angel, but the one who stirred up Heaven and rebelled against Eden.

Anastasia paused for a moment, bit her cherry lips, glanced up at the family of four in the coffee shop, a hint of loneliness appearing on her delicate face, and shook her head slightly.

.

"Never mind, it doesn't seem necessary."

"Really not going to give it a try? The memory chip you have can at least awaken some memories of the past in their minds."

The man glanced down slightly, offering a half-smile.

"And then what? Let them know about their former noble status, make them dissatisfied with their current ordinary life, creating a psychological gap, or let them remember the pain of being killed, immersing them in nightmares every day?"

Anastasia turned to look at the man beside her, tightened her grip on the poor, hand-held elf, sniffed, and huffed angrily.

She had already experienced something like this once.

The other party promised to find her parents' souls, and they did, using the relevant memories in her mind to awaken their past.

However, the price was that the two resurrected souls of the old era were unable to accept the fact that the kingdom had been destroyed, and were still immersed in the vanity of the Romanov dynasty.

They wanted to seize the wealth left by the Tsarist Russian imperial family; they wanted to live a life of luxury; they wanted to restore their country; they wanted to take revenge on the descendants of the soldiers who had killed them...

However, as time has passed, these illusory fantasies have ultimately failed to take root and grow in the cold reality.

Furthermore, due to the intertwining and confusion of the two kinds of memories in their minds, they gradually blurred the boundaries between illusion and reality, past and present. They could not even maintain the peaceful life they originally had, and were immersed in the past that they could not let go of.

After all, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Having experienced grand adventures and extravagant lifestyles, returning to the mundane routines of daily life is simply unacceptable for most people.

In the end, not only did they fail to let go of the past, but even the happiness they had now was worn away.

Left with no other choice, in order to save her parents' already chaotic life, Anastasia had to painfully beg someone nearby to take back the "miracle".

But what kind of salvation is this?

The little devil on the bench gritted his teeth in resentment, his icy blue eyes filled with dissatisfaction, his clenched fists yearning to deliver a punch to that smiling face.

Unfortunately, we couldn't win...

"Don't look at me like that. I can't help it. That's human nature. We're never satisfied."

Samael, who was accompanying the princess in the form of a spirit fragment, spread his hands, looking quite innocent. He then glanced at the happy family in the coffee shop and looked rather helpless.

"Besides, if they really had the ability to stir up trouble and benefit the people, I could just fund their election campaigns. But the problem is, your own father is just an ordinary guards officer. Let him govern the country and lead the army. Forget about it."

The criticism of His Majesty Nicholas II was not made by Samael, but by the writer Chekhov.

"Objectively speaking, he is at most the level of an ordinary Imperial Guard officer."

"Letting him govern the empire is like asking someone who only knows multiplication tables to solve calculus."

Not only Chekhov, but even Nicholas II's mother questioned the court officials: "Who knows my son better than his mother? Nicholas (Nicholas's nickname) is weak and incompetent, both intellectually and spiritually, and is incapable of ruling the great Russia."

Is this objective and fair enough?

Immediately, the ancient snake turned its gaze unceremoniously to the housewife playing with her son by the window, shrugged, and commented without any politeness.

"Besides, your mother wasn't exactly innocent either. During the time your father was leading the army, as the mother of the nation who was in charge of the government, she didn't get close to the people or understand their suffering. She spent all her time in the palace listening to a charlatan's nonsense. How could she not lose the people's support? A person with that kind of personality is really not suitable to be an empress and cannot shoulder heavy responsibilities."

In short, this couple is really not suited for politics.

There is an old Chinese saying that fits them very well;

"If one's virtue does not match one's position, disaster will surely follow; if one's wealth does not match one's worth, loss is inevitable."

Giving them unrealistic expectations and burdens from the past is not necessarily a good thing.

Hearing the guy next to her criticize her parents, Anastasia's pretty face darkened. She wanted to retort, but she was speechless.

As it turns out, this guy may have a sharp tongue, but he has a keen eye for talent.

Everything unfolded exactly as he had predicted. The memories of the past not only failed to benefit his parents in the present, but instead disrupted their otherwise happy lives.

At this moment, the Russian princess, who had been silent for a long time, crumpled the deformed puppet in her arms and looked at Samael beside her with a melancholy gaze.

Has anyone ever told you that you are actually quite annoying?

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. People who are too honest always attract too much malice..."

Samael spread his hands, his face full of melancholy.

You? Honest?

Upon hearing this, Anastasia recalled a whole host of rotten tactics used by someone during the Fourth Holy Grail War, and her pretty face twitched slightly as she earnestly pleaded.

"Never mind, please revert to your previous sharp and sarcastic tone. You're much more pleasing to the eye when you're being sarcastic and mean."

Samael shrugged indifferently, then turned to look at a family of four paying their bill in the coffee shop, and gave them a friendly reminder.

"So, this is your last chance. Have you thought it through, Your Highness? They're coming out soon."

Anastasia took a deep breath, stood up from the bench first, and threw the two chips she was holding in her palm into the fountain in the square.