Do you all know the future?

Chapter 1: Newspaper from afar

White hands pulled open the rough curtains, and the cool morning light entered the room through the patterned glass, controlling the amount of light, and the environment of the room became warm and natural.

"Master, it's time to get up. It's time for breakfast."

The gentle tone penetrated Diane's half-sleeping mind, as if it was wound up by a mechanical puppet. The puppet would have a short running-in period after being started. The boy's eyelids opened and closed and finally slowly opened his eyes.

The background is light, and in the light is a maid with shining blonde hair. A white headband restrains the elegance of her blonde hair, and a black dress that reaches her calves highlights her dignity. The white apron and puff sleeves reflect her competence. She stands straight in her silk stockings and small leather shoes, exuding confidence and elegance.

"You're allowed to stay in for ten minutes, but getting up ten minutes earlier will allow you to finish your breakfast more leisurely."

The maid stood by the bed, holding her clothes elegantly on her wrist. Her tone was gentle and delicate, not harsh, and did not affect Diane's decision while she was half asleep.

"Hel me up!"

Diane stretched out his hand, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to get up now.

"Yes, my master."

She took off her white gloves, bent down and placed the clothes beside the bed. The maid, who was not in the light, revealed her true face. She was of above-average appearance, with some freckles on her cheeks. She looked gentle and cute, but not covetous.

Her eyes were heterochromatic, one a deep blue, the other a brilliant gold, which immediately showed her uniqueness and separated her from ordinary people.

"Capitalism is really corrupting. I'm used to it!"

She was picked up by the maid and helped to put on a set of soft morning clothes given by the maid. The maid's hands were very skillful, and Diane did not feel any discomfort as the clothes were put on.

"This is feudal, my lord."

The maid said softly, lifted her skirt, knelt on the ground, handed the cotton shoes to Diane's feet, held Diane's feet and slowly put the cotton shoes on Diane.

"Don't use such a proud tone, this isn't something to be proud of!"

Diane rolled her eyes at the maid, slowly stood up, and glanced out the window at the busy street in the morning light.

Passersby were walking hurriedly, the newspaper boy had little money left in his bag, the milkman was carrying a heavy burden, and thick smoke was rising from the tall tower in the distance. Diane seemed to have returned to the Victorian era of the 19th century.

"Master, it's time to eat."

The maid was already waiting at the door, but she didn't remind Diane, who was watching the various people outside the window, until Diane came to her senses.

Breakfast consisted of a few pieces of bread, two fried eggs and sliced ​​sausages. The hot milk made people very appetizing in the relatively cool air.

"Let's eat together, why are you being so formal?"

Diane sat on a cushioned chair that had been polished to a shine, and looked at the maid who stood respectfully by the side, waiting to serve Diane while she ate.

"A self-restrained maid will not sit at the same table with her master."

With a gentle smile, the maid, with strong conviction, brought the bowl and handkerchief for washing hands to Diane.

"That's the maid, but my lady should be on my side. My dear, you are hurting my heart."

Diane snatched the tray away deftly, placed it on the other side of the table, and extended her hand to invite the maid to sit down.

"I've already eaten. Otherwise, how would I have the strength to work? Do you need me to feed you, dear?"

The maid smiled and sat down beside Diane as she requested. She glanced at the remnants of food on the plates in the kitchen, then at the knife and fork in front of Diane, worried that she might not be used to using them. "If you were to feed me, Margaret, it might taste better, but I'm afraid I'll be late for the opening ceremony."

Diane followed the maid's gaze and confirmed that this plate was not there yesterday. He then looked at the number of sausages drying in the sun and the number on the plate, which showed that the maid had really eaten them. Only then did he pick up his knife and fork and began to eat slowly.

"We're no longer struggling to survive in the wilderness, and our family isn't so strapped for cash that we can't support two people. Master, what are you worried about?"

The maid raised her plump lips and blinked, blaming Diane for her caution and distrust.

"If you didn't have a criminal record, why would I be worried?"

Diane snorted and bit off the meat strips fiercely, which earned her a rather undignified smile from the maid. The gentle laughter soothed Diane's heart, but also made him feel a little embarrassed.

"What are you laughing at? You gave me something delicious, but you refused to eat it. You even lied to me that gods don't need to eat!"

Diane felt annoyed when he thought about it. He was really stupid to believe it at that time.

"Treat my child, my master, my husband. Poor me, I can't give you anything. I don't even have the ability to bless you. I can only sacrifice for you. You are worthy."

Diane looked angry, and the maid held her chin with her hand, her different-colored eyes reflected her gentle gaze, and she spoke kindly to her lover.

"Nothing is worth it. Aren't you mine? What else do you want to give me?"

Diane ate his meal while looking at the humble maid in front of him, and his tone softened. He did not fully agree with the maid's point of view, and he was very content.

"Everything, power, glory, beauty, everything I want to give you, but I just can't do it for now."

The maid placed her hands on her chest, bowed slightly, her eyes flickering. In Diane's eyes, her elegant posture only made him feel pressured.

"Why do I need those? You are enough for me."

Diane finished most of the fried eggs, sausage and bread, ate the last piece of sausage and drank the warm milk in the glass.

He was an ordinary person before he traveled through time, and naturally he was an ordinary person after he traveled through time. He also fulfilled his wish of having a wife and children before he traveled through time. He already has a wife, and he will work hard to have children later.

"I don't think it's enough, but I don't have the ability to grant wishes right now. I'm grateful for your comfort."

Picking up the handkerchief, Diane put down her knife and fork and wiped his mouth. Diane seemed to have gotten used to it and was enjoying the tenderness given by the maid.

"It's not comfort, cough, it's the demon sacrifice again, wait, it's Istaya, Margaret, it's Istaya!"

As the maid cleared the dishes and tidied the table, Diane grabbed today's newspaper, looked at the latest current affairs news, and exclaimed.

"Oh, I've seen it."

The maid picked up the plate easily and didn't pause when she heard the place name, as if what happened in this place had nothing to do with her.

"That's Istaya, your kingdom. The demon priest has appeared, and the demons of the abyss have turned it into a living hell!"

Diane looked at the news report, which only contained the statistic that 500,000 people were expected to die, and looked at Margaret worriedly.

"I think it's good. Queen Greta can't manage the economy well, so she can only suppress the demons of the abyss. The lives of the lower-class people are worse than those of the middle class in Dudu. The people chose to give up on her. When they are well fed and safe, they will think a lot. When they are hungry and dying, they will think less."

The maid faithfully completed her work and did not care about the future of Istaya.

(End of this chapter)