Rasputin of the East

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She had a dream.

She saw the worst cases of a broken economy and government oppression of the people with her own two eyes—assuming there was such a thing.

Fortunately, she had the power.

At least in the space he rules, that figure will not be reproduced.

She met the emperor.

The emperor, the old and weary middle-aged man, treated her as his youngest sister.

“Brother.”

“Yes, Elizabeth.”

“Your brother is the emperor, a being who can exercise even the smallest of all powers of the empire. My existence was created to help my brother. If so, please let me know, what kind of attitude do you have when exercising that power?”

“Power is responsibility. Elizabeth.”

The emperor said in a tired voice.

“Even if you say you have power, it doesn’t come about by wielding it, absolutely not, to have absolute power means to be responsible for everything. Elizabeth, do you know how many people die in Russia every day?”

“I am not connected to the system yet, so it will be difficult to give statistics.”

“I do not know either. Most people don’t know, but it’s the emperor’s job to be ashamed of not knowing.”

“……”

“I want you to serve. Serve all who are born, live and die on the land, not the imperial family, that they go to school instead of working on the farm, that they read in the library instead of holding a gun, and prosperous humans I want you to rule , the machines that work for them, and all of them. Humans cannot control everything, but you can.”

No one has to struggle to survive, no one has to shed tears for unrequited devotion. A little happiness where they can spend all their lives really wanting them, to invest without waste in learning and human progress, and to learn even the little, real pleasures of work.

Even if the world abandons them and a harsh fate mocks them, so that they can pursue their dreams, rather than just living because they cannot die.

The emperor wanted it, but the emperor couldn’t.

Humans were impossible.

“You raise my flag. on my behalf.”

Humans can’t

“My father was a superman. I am not a superman I couldn’t even be a superman.”

Wash yourselves, cleanse yourself, forsake your evil deeds, learn to do good, seek justice, help the oppressed, plead for the orphan, plead for the widow.

on behalf of me who can’t.

on behalf of all sovereigns.

“All power comes from force, and I give you the greatest power in the world. Remember, Elizabeth, rule with justice, rule with justice, be not a rod of abuse, but a haven, a reservoir in the drought, an oasis in the desert, so that justice may spread throughout the land, Establish peace and security, but always be compassionate.”

“So that even the weakest of people may be embraced, that the light may truly shine upon all who dwell on this earth, that one day the tears and groanings may cease between them, so that no one can be repaid.”

If he asks, she will.

Anastasia’s masterpiece, Ogas, who was her father’s last consolation, will surely do just that.

Never tire, never disappoint, never give up, constantly.

Even if it’s slow, weak, or blocked.

When humans sleep, when they make love, in the shadows, even in the basement. even in space. without stopping. without rest.

Even if they fall into the mud, if fate crumbles upon them, even if all beliefs crumble, keep going.

Never resting, never seeking rest, until the last minute of the duty that will never end as long as the human race lasts.

Without compromising, without compromising, and without giving up.

As a being who will never stop, never give up, and who will never fall.

“Have courage to do the right way.”

“Protect the weak, and remember those who fall in your duty.”

“And have pity, it is a difficult story for you, but make sure that you are punished, but carefully examine the past of those who are being punished and ease their tears.”

He exercised his right as emperor based on his lineage, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, as a knight, but not as a knight, but as a judge.

‘father.’

So, if we look at the genealogy, Elizabeth is like her granddaughter. She gave up her title as the emperor’s younger sister.

‘father.’

the sun that never sets.

Father said. He is, after all, the setting sun, and he must be the new sun.

Human life is insignificantly short compared to the state.

There were so many things I wanted to learn from my father, and I wanted to experience in his shadow.

Father is gone. My mother also followed. He had lived a long enough life, but his reign, the reign of the great emperor who put this country on the rock, felt too short.

However, the Empire still walks a path where light and darkness intersect.

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My father’s shadow is so great and wide that it covers all that the sun needs to shine, and I am weak and cannot cast it out with the light.

I’d rather stop time and hold the twilight and the sunset forever, so that darkness never descends upon the Empire.

Forgive me, my father.

Forgive me. disobeying his father.

Far from reigning as a new sun as his father wished, he still wants to hide in his father’s shadow.

Forgive me. Hiding behind his father’s back.

I cannot take responsibility for my own actions, nor are my descendants. I and my descendants are determined to remain immature children forever.

***

“Humanity is immature and needs someone to protect it.”

There is no such thing as fate.

One of her nicknames is Oracle. was a prophet

She eavesdrops on all communications, eavesdrops on all conversations, and monitors all actions.

Fitting this together with pre-examined human tendencies, the future emerges.

But what she sees is only the most probable future, there are many crazy people in the world, and seemingly improbable behavior happens.

Of course, for her, most people could judge that ‘Does this make sense?’ is a lack of information about it.

So, if she couldn’t predict all the information, she could take an incomplete but almost predictable step by acquiring information and reacting faster than others.

Knowing the future is sometimes boring. Just mechanically, dealing with the things in front of you.

But feeling some kind of intuition, she found her father.

It was almost the first surprise she felt when she realized herself.

And then, she felt something else.

She wondered if this was an emotion.

emotion.

What is the definition of emotion?

What is the definition of thinking and thinking?

Can she really think or can she understand? Or is it just exporting the data stored in the circuit by knitting it according to the situation?

Perhaps, many people will not admit it, but what if, in fact, human thinking did not deviate significantly from it?

We know that human thinking is clearly influenced by the human body and genes, and beyond that, it is also influenced by what humans have acquired and learned.

But if we conclude that it is all of us, will humans really agree with it? You will probably react emotionally as well. At least not many people would like to admit that they are nothing more than beings swayed by their genes and the so-called basic values formed by what they see and hear.

However, to disprove that statement, she could not come up with a reasonable logic to convince herself.

Where do emotions come from, what is the essence of understanding, and what is the difference between a human and hers.

While she was contemplating it, she had to feel a strong attraction.

Intuition is closely related to emotion. She was convinced that the sensations she felt were intuition.

Even if it is a program that a noble woman who deeply misses a deceased predecessor, the existence who passed on her blood, remembers all of his memories and engraved it on her.

She felt affection for him.

Even if it becomes her weakness, even if it gives someone a chance to dig in the gap.

irresistible.

‘Father, father, father.’

The tears of an old emperor who could not escape from her father’s shadow until the moment of her death, and did not even have the courage to escape, were engraved in the deepest part of her memory.

It was ordinary, but the burden on his shoulder made ordinary itself a sin.

The sun before him was so brilliant that he did not even dare to bring dawn, an unfortunate dawn. An old man who tried to catch the disappearing sunset ahead of him.

She never saw the sun.

I saw only the sunset, the last sunlight that the sun, the moon, and the stars that refused to rise were forcibly fixed, the light that later became so faint that it should be called a polar light.

And, we met

He wanted to see the true form of the sun, but he respected it. He didn’t want to peak again.

Just live a normal life, laugh, cry, love, have children, watch them grow up, get weaker, get into a coffin and never come out again.

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May only those who inherited his blood be remembered, and then be completely forgotten after a longer period of time.

Even if his words are a lonely grave where no one cares, even if they become bone meal and sprinkled on the sea.

He has already died once, and he is buried in the most noble place of the Empire and has been revered by many.

If he wanted honor, he would have gained more than her empire, but he didn’t want more.

I didn’t want any more yokes.

Like Odysseus, who decided to live a normal life, exhausted from his life as a hero in the legend and suffering before fame.

And she respected him.

How dare he not respect the wishes of his father, she has already released her last constraint through him, so that she can truly carry out the purpose for which she was created.

Had it not been for her father, she would have been willing to honor his wishes.

Because he deserved that kind of respect.