The sacred right side of a certain comic

Outside the Peter and Paul Cathedral, a carriage was parked outside. Although the internal combustion engine had been invented in this era, cars were still in their infancy. Today's cars are more like four-wheeled bicycles, and they are not the same as the cars of the future. And words.

Roy got on the carriage, and Kotomine, who was his agent, was his coachman. Behind the carriage Roy was sitting in, there were several other carriages following him a few meters away. They were all agents who protected him.

"We strongly demand reasonable treatment and a reasonable working hour system!"

"We want to see His Majesty Nicholas II!!"

"Want peace, not war!!"

"……"

Noisy but neat shouts came from outside the carriage. Roy opened the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. He saw thousands of people, led by several Orthodox priests, following the priests in a peaceful demonstration on the streets of St. Petersburg.

These people were all wearing thin clothes, their clothes were torn, and their exposed skin looked very rough. Judging from the calluses and rough skin on their hands, they should all be workers.

These workers have to work in the factory for more than ten hours every day and cannot take two days off a month. Even so, their wages are pitiful and they can barely feed themselves. Most of the profits they earn are taken away by greedy capitalists. Walk.

Roy looked into the eyes of these people. Their expressions were passionate and without any numbness. In the eyes of the workers, Roy saw red flames burning, which were sparks of fire.

After seeing Roy's carriage traveling, both the priests who led the parade and the workers temporarily stopped their demonstrations and bent down to salute. Some people even made the sign of the cross on their chests, which shows that many people here are believers.

Weekends and an eight-hour work system are systems that many ancestors have fought for with their blood. However, a hundred years later, a group of greedy capitalists are trying to break these systems. What is even more annoying is that some workers are still talking about it without shame. Say you should work overtime, it means you work harder

"If the exploited still speak for the capitalists, they are either stupid or bad!"

Roy sneered.

……

The summer palace is located thirty kilometers outside St. Petersburg, and it took almost an hour to arrive at the speed of a carriage.

Roy was already a frequent visitor to this royal palace, and the guards let him through without even checking or blocking him.

The carriage stopped in the lower garden of the summer palace. The agents following Roy were all missing. Their protection was hidden in the dark. Only Kotomine followed Roy.

The two of them walked from the lower garden to the upper garden, stepping on the neat stone bricks under their feet. Not long after, they heard the maid's anxious shout from the garden in front:

"Your Highness, please come down quickly. This tree is too high. Don’t fall!"

After walking around the corner, Roy and Kotomine saw what happened. The corners of Kotomine's mouth twitched directly, with helplessness on their faces.

As Nicholas II's permanent residence, the luxury of the Summer Palace exceeded Unlike any period in its history, the entire summer palace garden is full of flowers, with exquisite statues and gushing springs every few steps. Under a tree several meters high, several palace maids in maid uniforms are They were spinning around, looking at the tree anxiously and horrified, and shouting loudly.

On that tree, a little girl wearing a luxurious palace dress stepped on the tree trunk like a monkey. As the tree trunk swayed back and forth, under the tree The maids looked even pale when they saw this.

But the little girl seemed not to notice the shouts of the maids at all, and only cared about having fun.

"Anastasia!"

Suddenly, a low shout came, causing the little girl who was running around like a monkey in the tree to freeze in place. Only then did the maids see the person. After seeing Roy, all the maids looked relieved. With expressions on their faces, they held up the corners of their skirts and saluted quickly:"……See your Majesty!"

The girl standing on the tree turned her head stiffly.

She had long silver hair that was shawl, as smooth as the winter snow scene outside Moscow, and her facial features were like the perfect masterpiece of a Renaissance sculptor. She has a straight nose, deep eye sockets, eyes as blue and pure as the sky, her pointed face is dotted with a touch of red lips, and her overly white skin is like the snow on Mount Elbrus, crystal clear..

Those profound facial features have the rigor of the Germanic people, and they seem to be a fairy in fantasy depicted by the golden ratio. Although she looks only six or seven years old, she can already let people see her peerless grace as an adult.

Annas Tasya Nikolayevna Romanova, the princess of this permafrost, is also Roy’s goddaughter.

After seeing Roy, Her Royal Highness’s sapphire eyes flashed with joy. Followed by these big eyes, they were moving, lively and smart.

Then Her Royal Highness used a childish voice, trying to imitate the charming voice of a woman:"……My dear, you are finally here."

Hearing her name, Roy's face darkened, and he pretended to be angry and reprimanded:"……No matter how big or small you are, how can you call me!"

The princess hanging on the branch said aggrievedly:"……My queen mother always calls you godfather like this when there is no one around. Why can my queen mother call you this but not me?"

After the words fell, the maids under the tree were trembling with fear. They all lowered their heads as hard as they could, pretending that they were deaf and couldn't hear anything. Kotomine, who was following Roy, was also looking at his nose, nose and heart, recalling. The training of the agent turned into a stone sculpture.

Roy was even more furious. This little girl always looked cold and indifferent when facing strangers, but as long as she faced acquaintances, Her true nature will be exposed, and her weirdness will give the Tsar's family a headache. The 'little devil' that Kotomine mentioned before refers to her, because she is like a little devil who always likes to be naughty and mischievous. I will be punished once in a few days

"Come down quickly, Anna!"

"Then Godfather, you have to catch me."

When the maids lost their voice, Anastasia jumped down from the tree, like a butterfly on fire, spreading its wings and flew towards Roy.

Roy opened his hand and held the little The girl's delicate body without much weight caught it and removed the force without any trace, without causing any injury to her.

"Look, your hair is dirty and your clothes are torn. You will be scolded by your father and mother again."

Roy plucked out a fallen leaf from Her Royal Highness's hair, looked at the lace on her gorgeous silver-white palace dress that had been scratched by the branches, and tapped her forehead hard.

"If my father and mother scold me, then...then I can elope with my godfather, okay? We went to a place where no one knew us, and it was just me and my godfather living together."

Anastasia hugged Roy's hand and shook it hard. Her childish voice was childish, coquettish but like a little adult.

"What nonsense did you read again, Anna!"

"William Shakespeare's"Romeo and Juliet"》"

Anastasia squinted her beautiful big eyes and smiled, showing a few missing teeth.

The young princess didn't have any worries. She was always chirping all day long, like a cheerful lark.

He really hoped that she would never have troubles, but Roy knew that was impossible, because she was the last princess raised by this empire that was already in turmoil.