The sacred right side of a certain comic

"dong dong dong————"

There was a gentle knocking on the door of Roy's office.

"come in"

"Yes, Supreme Bishop!"

The clergyman wearing simple sacred robes walked in respectfully from the door. He was dressed in pitch black robes and had a cross hanging on his heart, telling others his identity - the agent of the Holy Church.

"Supreme Bishop, this is a new letter from Her Royal Highness."

The agent gently placed a beautifully painted envelope on Roy's desk.

Roy took the envelope into his hands. He did not open it, but just asked:"……How are the Tsar's family doing?"

"When they left St. Petersburg last year, the Tsar's family was still very frightened, but this year the situation has become much better, and they have become accustomed to this life without freedom."

The agent explained everything he knew in detail.

"Human beings' adaptability is always so strong, and their family can be considered happy in the midst of hardship. Roy shook his head and continued to ask:"……Didn't those monitors notice you?"

"Rest assured, Supreme Bishop! The only ones who can discover our agents are the magicians and the Dead Apostles, but those heretics were buried by you ten years ago, and they are now hiding in their own territory and not daring to come out."

The agent said this with full admiration and enthusiasm for Roy. As one of the agents who participated in the 'Tungus Incident' ten years ago, he saw with his own eyes the greatness of the supreme bishop in front of him.

"There are spies spying on the jewels that Her Royal Highness may have hidden, but those spies have been secretly executed by our personnel."

"You have done a good job. In the past year and a half, the situation in this country has been really chaotic."

"Yes, the Supreme Bishop... The Duma Provisional Assembly was overthrown in less than ten months, but the situation is now stable."

The deputy sighed, recalling the scene when a group of people rushed into the Winter Palace more than half a year ago and disarmed all the temporary members of the Duma. This made the new ruling body go through a transition from taking power in less than ten months. to step down

"The Provisional Duma will continue to participate in the war on the European battlefield despite the opposition of the people. This outcome has long been expected.……"

Roy looked back at the sky outside the window and whispered in a warning tone:"……The Iron Curtain has been opened, and the red ghost is standing up, covering the sky with its hand. If it is not necessary, our Holy Church should not conflict with them."

"I will communicate your will to others, Supreme Bishop!"

"Well, the time is almost up. This country is no longer suitable as the central axis of the church. Soon I will publicly resign as the Orthodox Patriarch and transfer the headquarters of the Holy Church to the United Kingdom... In fact, it is the most suitable for the church headquarters. The location is in North America, but the mysterious gathering place is still in Europe. Being across the Atlantic Ocean will make it difficult for the church's orders to be directed."

Roy tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a moment and had nothing more to say, and then said to the agent in front of him:"……That's it, you can quit and continue to complete my orders"

"Yes, Supreme Bishop!"

As the representative left, the church office became quiet again. Roy got up and made himself a cup of coffee. He picked up the letter from Anastasia, but did not open it, but put it in the office Picking up another stack of letters on the table, these letters were all sent by Her Royal Highness the Princess over the past year.

……

March 1917——

"Dear godfather, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. The nightmare suddenly came. I don’t know what happened. I only know that a group of soldiers rushed into the palace. My father is no longer the tsar, and I am no longer the princess. This makes me sad. , because you are the godfather of Princess Anastasia, but now I am no longer the princess."

"……I am scared, I am scared, but every time I pick up the cross you gave me to pray and see your photo, infinite courage will come to me. I believe this is your protection for me. Except for that day when I cried out of fear, I have never cried even when faced with any fear. I hope you can praise me for my bravery."

"My mother told me that we are going to Tobolsk in Siberia. I don’t know if I can come back to see you again. Goodbye, my favorite godfather, please don’t forget me. I am very glad that I gave you that easter egg. you."

There are a few dry marks on the neat letter, which are like the remnants of a girl's tears.

……

November 1917——

"Do you know the British poet Rob Browning? He wrote a work called《EVELYN.HOPE》, the little girl there was only sixteen years old when she died. There was a man who loved her. Although he had never met her, he knew that she was doing well, and she also knew him. He had never admired her and loved her. And now she is dead, but he still thinks about how they will spend their time in the next life, no matter when it is"

"……I'm sorry, Godfather, reincarnation is not a Christian doctrine. You must be very unhappy when you see this, but I am only sixteen years old...only sixteen years old...I don't know if I will be like that little girl. She died at the age of sixteen, but she was happy because there was a man who loved her and she also loved her. Do you love me, Godfather? I am anxious and scared and want to know the answer. If there is an afterlife, I want to continue to be with my godfather... I'm sorry, Lord, please forgive me for my willfulness. I'm sorry, godfather, please forgive me."

"Life in Tobolsk is not good. The people who watched us were rude and I didn't like them... But it seemed like something happened in St. Petersburg again. Those who watched us had disappeared. Father, mother, and Maria were still there. Alexey was taken away. I don’t know where they were taken. Only three of us sisters are left here."

This letter should have been written when Anastasia was most desperate and helpless. Her letter was full of wrong sentences and wordings, as well as fearful melancholy, and she even elaborated on her fear and fear of death. Fearless, even using a poet’s story to describe myself now

……

May 1918————

"We left Tobolsk and were sent to Yekaterinburg, where we met my father, mother and Maria again. Although we were still not free, I was very happy to be able to reunite with my family. I think this must be is your blessing"

"……Life without freedom is boring, but I have found a way to make my parents and sister happy. I learned to perform. My parents and sister said that I have a talent for acting. I can make them laugh every time. They I was so happy to say that maybe I could be a performing artist"

"By the way, godfather, I want to tell you good news. I am no longer the incompetent Anastasia. I can already share the pressure of life with my parents and sisters. I have learned to cook, clean, I can sew, make tea, and even wash my own clothes. I have been able to take care of myself and my family. They all say that I have grown up. I am very happy. You like coffee. I am now working hard to learn how. I will definitely learn how to make delicious coffee"

"……Alexei's illness makes people very worried, but with the blessing of your amulet, he has never been ill. My parents asked me to express my gratitude to you. Yesterday, Maria and I went to play on the swing. I was very happy at that time. Laugh, how wonderful it is to land! real! I talked to my sisters about this so much yesterday that they were all getting tired of it, but I kept saying it and saying it...it's wonderful that one can simply scream with joy no matter what the weather"

"I remember that wonderful moment when you appeared in front of me, like a fleeting phantom, like an elf of pure beauty... In the remote countryside, in the dark life of imprisonment, my years passed away quietly, without divinity. , no inspiration, no tears, no life, no love. Now the soul has begun to awaken. At this time, you reappeared in front of me. With it, everything awakened again, with divinity, inspiration, and With life, tears, and love"

"I'm seventeen, old enough to be a mother……"

"……I dedicate this Pushkin poem to my beloved godfather, your eternal little fairy—Anastasia Nikolayevna Romanova!"

This is the end of the last letter. Roy put the letter in his hand lightly on the table.

"It’s 1918……"

He sighed, it had been seventeen years since he returned to this world, time passed really fast.

When will spring come in St. Petersburg?