Do you all know the future?

Chapter 100 One or Two

"What the hell?"

Looking at the smiling Bridget and the ice that had slid to the ground, Diane felt a strange sense of dread, the striking resemblance in their faces, and their unanimous voices.

"It was just a little spell. I'm sorry I lied to you, my dear."

The Queen and Bridget each held Diane's hand on either side, their expressions conveying apology.

"I don't understand, what's going on!"

Diane could sense that the person holding her hand was Bridget; it was just a gut feeling.

"Don't you understand? Bridget is really... She's here. We'll talk about it later."

The Queen realized something and stopped explaining to Diane. Soon the guests arrived, after all, Bridget's magic had caused quite a stir.

"What happened? Your Highness, Your Highness, are you alright?"

The female knight took the lead, followed by Lady Eve who raised her hand and then lowered it, while Isabella sniffed the air as if she had sensed something.

“There was an assassin attack. I have frozen them with the law and will take them for interrogation. Lady Isabella, please take good care of my dear. My dear, please keep the banquet running smoothly.”

The wedding dress queen briefly explained the reason, and everyone suddenly understood. It wasn't surprising; they possessed saint-level spirituality, so it was only natural that they would be envied.

However, what startled them was that Her Majesty the Queen was willing to share Diane with Isabella. Did this mean that they also had a chance to get Diane? This immediately drew everyone's attention.

"it is good."

Diane agreed, and the Queen kissed Diane's forehead, released Diane's arm, and gave Diane to Isabella.

Isabella, holding Diane's hand, and Bridget, flanking her, led Diane back to the banquet hall.

Many people had questions, but because there were two people on either side of Diane, no one else had a chance to get close to her.

Eve, tall and imposing, sat alone on a long sofa, while her daughter beside her seemed to understand her mother's thoughts.

"Regret it?"

The contrast between the small daughter and the big mother is adorable.

"What do you regret?"

The beautiful noblewoman's large tail gently patted the ground, making a soft pattering sound.

"Do you regret abandoning His Majesty An? His Majesty An has revealed his spirituality. Do you want that now?"

Lotina remained expressionless, her eyes gazing indifferently. She glanced at Diane briefly before looking down at her mother on the sofa.

"What do you want? I feel sorry for you, do you understand? What a good son-in-law you are! Why don't you try harder? Why do you always try to talk to Ms. Margaret about theology!"

The beautiful lady scolded her daughter with a stern face, looking disappointed in her, while Lotina's face remained expressionless.

"What use am I? She's the queen. Can I compete with her even if I try my best?"

The girl's innocence and naturalness, her eyes unmoving, made her look like a beautiful doll.

"How will you know if you don't try? You inherited my beauty, so you might be able to compete. Besides, Her Majesty the Queen didn't hold a marriage contest in the first place!"

The American socialite sighed, saying that from her perspective, Lotina initially had a lot of advantages, but ended up like this.

"It's much easier for you to do it yourself than for me. If you want him, just do it yourself."

The girl spoke indifferently, without any emotion, as if she were describing something completely ordinary.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be with him? I'm your mother, and he's your future husband!"

The beautiful woman seemed somewhat annoyed, as if her daughter was saying something outrageous.

"You're getting impatient. No need to explain, I understand."

Lotina answered calmly, knowing her mother's personality very well.

"So, whose husband is Her Majesty An now, and whose king is she?"

The girl tilted her head, showing a hint of confusion. This look of confusion immediately broke the beautiful noblewoman's guard. The girl was questioning whether her god was capable or not.

"me……"

The beautiful lady was truly suffering in silence, a result of a confluence of factors.

Because she genuinely felt regret in some way, just as she said, she regretted that Lotina hadn't held onto Diane as her son-in-law.

Furthermore, as her daughter said, the future has changed. Diane has become the Queen's husband, and unless the Queen dies suddenly, it seems that Lotina has absolutely no chance.

Finally, she naturally wondered if taking the stage herself would have a different outcome, a thought that made her feel a little uneasy.

"If you want to see His Majesty An, you can go dancing now. His Majesty An will not refuse your request!"

Lotina scanned the entire banquet hall but still couldn't find any trace of the head maid, so she had no expectations for the banquet.

"Let it go. He was frightened today. The assassin managed to sneak into the palace without a sound and even lay in ambush on His Majesty's usual route."

There's no need. Today is Diane's wedding, and the main character is Her Majesty the Queen. Her Majesty the Queen and Diane will be there with Bridget. The Queen has designated Isabella, so there's nothing for her to do. There's no need to force her way in.

"Then you'll just regret it forever, Mom."

The girl stopped talking and stopped looking at her mother. Instead, she focused her gaze on Diane, hoping to see the figure she wanted to see next to her.

“You child, you always… Never mind, let’s think about it. Which faction sent this person? Being familiar with the palace means there’s a mole within the palace.”

Being ridiculed by her daughter was particularly humiliating, but the beautiful lady was used to it. She relaxed and wagged her tail, intending to change the subject to something that required her brain and wouldn't be attacked by her daughter.

"It could be either side. What's so special about the palace's structure? It's been leaked for a long time, so it doesn't prove anything. However, the other side must really want His Majesty An dead. Judging from the fallen weapons, they were poisoned."

Lottina's eyes never left Diane. When she heard her mother's words, her response was essentially saying nothing; she truly couldn't discern the truth.

"Yes, it was a fatal blow. Since Her Majesty the Queen didn't sense it, perhaps both Bridget and Her Majesty Anne are dead."

The beautiful lady leaned lazily against the sofa, her mind seemingly reconstructing the scene and how the two sides fought.

"Speaking of which, the Queen's time here was very short. Diane and Bridget were both about to be assassinated. I sensed the power of the law."

The beautiful noblewoman frowned in suspicion, thinking of something that didn't make sense. Could Diane and Bridget really stop the assassin?
"I also sensed the power of His Majesty's holy light. Perhaps it was the holy light that he used to resist." The girl had a different guess. Lady Eve wagged her tail. If there was the power of holy blood, it was not impossible to sense it all at once.

"Then the other party is too stupid. They came to kill His Majesty An, who has holy blood, and were actually suppressed by His Majesty An's holy light."

The beautiful lady seemed to have found a reason to convince herself not to dig any deeper.

"What are you looking at? Are you interested in His Majesty now? Not today, or the Queen will hold a grudge."

Seeing her daughter's gaze lingering on Diana, the beautiful lady found it somewhat amusing.

“I was waiting for Lady Margaret to appear, but she doesn’t seem to have come. Sigh, I thought she would appear after His Majesty was assassinated.”

A hint of disappointment flickered in the girl's eyes. She took a deep breath, feeling utterly helpless. Her head maid, who was usually so loyal to Diane, hadn't come to check on Diane's condition.

"You, stop looking. To be precise, stop looking at His Majesty An with that gaze. It's very impolite and will make His Majesty An feel awkward."

The beautiful lady was instructing her daughter when the girl reluctantly turned her gaze away.

Diane did feel embarrassed, and a little dangerous, because she sensed the nobles' desire to devour the little man.

The noble beauties were like hungry wolves. The nobles who used to think Diane's spirituality was nothing special were now showing their own agility.

This left Diane completely preoccupied with dealing with these people. Originally, he was thinking about the news of the Queen and Bridget, and he already had a guess, just waiting to be confirmed.

But with each nobleman greeting her, Diane had no choice but to abandon all her curiosity and, together with Bridget, meet the courtiers and get to know each minister and nobleman.

"This is Marquis Saga, our military affairs officer..."

"This is Earl Chuck, the Earl of the Northern Frontier..."

Bridget explained that Diane greeted everyone politely, chatted with the nobles attending the banquet one by one, listened to their expressions of loyalty and introductions of their wives and daughters. It was getting late, and Diane was so exhausted that she was drowsy. Her forced smiles made her face stiff, and the banquet slowly and orderly ended.

Diane felt as if she had fought a great battle; she was mentally exhausted and felt like she was being devoured by countless gazes. Her mind went completely blank, and she stopped thinking.

"These women are crazy. They're all married women, and they still want to seduce me. What's with the way they lower their chests and blink? What, do they want to cheat on their husbands?"

Back in the familiar corridor, only water stains remained of the battle; all other traces had been removed. Diane cautiously looked around, fearing an assassin might appear at any moment, while simultaneously complaining to Bridget about those shameless, sycophantic women.

"It seems so. Becoming Your Majesty's lover is an honor. Although the chances of inheriting the holy bloodline are slim, people are gamblers and can't easily admit defeat."

Bridget chuckled, and Isabella beside her laughed too, probably thinking of the taste and nourishing effects of the holy blood.

Now it's not that Diane is using her to enhance her own fame, but rather that she is using Diane to enhance her own fame, even though it's of no practical use to her and only satisfies a woman's vanity.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with these gamblers."

Diane felt like they were gambling on lottery tickets, but the problem was, Diane didn't want to sell lottery tickets either. The odds weren't low, and who knew if they won? He wouldn't do it if he didn't lose anything.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Isabella."

The two women had a clear division of labor: one introduced Diane to people and relationships, while the other helped Diane fend off women who wanted to harass her.

"Are you still treating me like a stranger?"

Isabella smiled slightly and naturally sniffed Diane's scent. She could already smell the sweet fragrance of the Holy Blood, but she was even more looking forward to the scent of Diane's Holy Blood, which was ten times stronger.

"Of course I'm not being a stranger, but if I don't say thank you, I don't know what to say next."

"Silly boy, you're the Queen's husband and my lover, don't you know when to ask me out?"

Gently nibbling Diane's ear, the Duchess's voice, usually so stern, now carried a tender quality, unlike her usual harshness towards others.

"Do you know how much I miss you?"

They blew air into Diane's ear canal, and Diane felt her ear tickle. She wanted to scratch it with her fingers, but then she found that her hands were being held by the two of them, so she could only make a squeaking expression.

"Alright, tonight is the Queen's time, let's go!"

After escorting Diane back to the Queen's bedchamber, Isabella released his hand, led Diane into the room, and then left with Bridget.

Diane lay back on the large bed, closed her eyes to deepen her impression of the nobles she had just met, and slowly the door was opened.

The crystal high heels clicked softly on the marble floor. Diane looked up and saw the Queen. He was relieved.

"Lady Isabella is quite strict. She actually wanted to investigate my identity. I finally used the True Ice Law to convince her. But it seems that Lady Isabella really loves you."

The Queen complained as soon as she entered, with a mix of helplessness and happiness that Diane had a lover like Isabella.

"Of course. Have you finished the interrogation? What information did you get?"

When Diane saw the Queen return and heard her relaxed and cheerful tone, it seemed the interrogation had gone very well.

"There's no news, which is hardly surprising. It was the current King of Istaya who sent them. It seems he doesn't want you to return to your hometown and threaten his position."

The Queen told Diane the results of the interrogation, but Diane was not surprised. Just as the snake woman and her daughter had discussed, anyone could send someone to steal from Diane, or even destroy her.

"I understand. However, we don't have the strength to retaliate right now. But I'll remember this grudge and settle the score with this fake king sooner or later."

Diane knew perfectly well what was going on; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so nervous at the wedding, guarding against everything. The other party was also skilled in assassination, choosing to strike when Diane was most relaxed, and almost succeeded.

The assassination of Ishtar is the most reasonable. Others are still thinking about getting Diane and obtaining the Saint-level spiritual bloodline, but some people in Ishtar are not so sure. In order to maintain their rule, Diane must die.

"Don't worry, I will help you. Tudor will help you. Tudor is your support. There's nothing to worry about."

The Queen sat down next to Diana, easily took off her shoes, and came to the wedding bed. The blue roses on the bed had a charming and refreshing fragrance. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Yes! Thank you, Tatiana..."

"Honey, aren't you going to ask anything else? You can ask anything, okay?"

Seeing that Diane had agreed but did not react, the Queen took the initiative to bring up the topic of what happened with Bridget that day.

"Is it about what happened with Bridget today? I think I guessed it. She's your alter ego, verifying the theory about time travelers for you. That's why the feelings I developed for her also developed for you, which is why you're so tolerant and loving towards me!"

Diane voiced her uncertain guess.

"That's right, so tonight I'd like to know if you want the two of you or the three of you."

(End of this chapter)