Do you all know the future?

Chapter 102 Sincerity for sincerity

Diane found it difficult to comment on the idea of ​​the two people traveling together. She hadn't paid much attention to the issue of "two bodies, one mind" last time, but she finally noticed it this time.

When Diane woke up the next day, two pairs of eyes were staring at her from the left and right. Two noble and holy beauties were looking at Diane from the left and right.

You can feel the happiness and contentment in the other person's eyes at a glance, mixed with warmth and tenderness, and the corners of their mouths are slightly tilted, outlining a beautiful arc.

"Didn't you sleep or did you get up too early?"

Diane asked softly, feeling comfortable being held in their arms, their clothes cool and soft.

Don't you find this strange?

Diane was very curious about the Queen's perspective. What would it be like to see herself? Wouldn't overlapping and opposing perspectives cause mental confusion?
"It's quite comfortable, nothing strange, and it can even hold two portions for one person. I think it's great, there's nothing wrong with it."

Bridget leaned against Diane, her whole body feeling very relaxed. She didn't know if this feeling was from her body or her original self, but it was soft and yielding. She just wanted to lie on Diane and not move.

"Forget it, don't dwell on it. As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters. Get up, I'm going to find the head maid!"

Diane shrugged at the two beauties on top of him. He was locked up by the two mature women, one on each side and one on each foot, and he couldn't get up or move at all. The gentle embrace he had just felt had turned into a prison of love.

"Just one more time, just one more time..."

"Yes, just once..."

"..."

Diane didn't know how many times she had learned not to trust women. Anyway, it was noon, and the two vixens only dressed up in their finest attire after they were satisfied.

"Actually, one person is enough; there's no need for two."

Having grasped the core essence, Diane understood the origins of both individuals and saw no need to retain them. She had already unified them; Bridget and the Queen were simply working and off-duty, completely shared.

"No, that won't do. I'm usually very busy with official duties, but I want to be by your side all the time. Having a clone of myself by your side would be perfect!"

The Queen flatly rejected it, not because of the issue of double pleasure or the feeling of getting addicted, but because having a clone was convenient, allowing her to keep an eye on Diane anytime, anywhere, and see her lover at all times.

“Alright, Bridget, take me to the head maid.”

Diane didn't insist. After being tormented by the two beauties for so long, he felt he needed to replenish his energy, and what could be more delicious and nourishing than the head maid's cooking?

Actually, it was the first time I'd been separated from the head maid for so long, and I felt a little uneasy. Women outside are tigers; they'll gnaw at your bones and suck your marrow.

"I really can't live without Ms. Margaret. Am I that terrible? Aren't you handling things with ease?"

The Queen blushed slightly as she thought about her surrender. Diane received the blessing of spirituality and the head maid's fertility, while the Queen received both sensations at the same time. The two of them were not as good as one.

"I can't live without her. She's been with me since I came into this world. I always feel like something's missing when she's not by my side!"

Diane readily admitted that the dangers of this world had made him dependent on the head maid. Although it wasn't a pathological condition where he couldn't see her for even a moment, Diane still habitually wanted the head maid to be within his sight.

"I didn't expect you, my dear, to have a bit of a mother complex. Is it because Queen Greta didn't take care of you?"

With a mocking expression, the Queen had already released Diane to start washing and dressing. Diane was leaning against the Queen, half of her body pressed down, and she still couldn't get up.

"Perhaps you are right, there is a little bit. Margaret is like a mother to me, but not Queen Greta. She took good care of me and gave me Margaret."

The beauty's snow-white hair shimmered with a lustrous sheen. Diane's fingers twirled through the hair. He didn't want to lie to his bedmate, but the truth concealed certain information.

"My dear, you are so easily satisfied. You truly possess the spirituality of a saint, just like a saint!"

The Queen wasn't jealous, after all, Margaret was more like a mother than that wicked mermaid demigod, and Diane had grown up with the head maid, so it wasn't surprising that she had this kind of dependence.

"What kind of saint am I? I just do what I think is right. And that's what happiness is all about. If it weren't for avenging Queen Greta, I would be very satisfied with my life right now."

Diane was quite content with her lot, but the Queen didn't believe it; the gods behind Diane wouldn't let her rest.

In a sense, that's how it was; only after killing the gods who were fighting against Queen Greta did Diane feel like she had no goal.

"To avenge Queen Greta? That's a difficult undertaking, my dear. What are your plans?"

Her legs rubbed against Diane's thighs, and the mature woman's full, red lips kissed Diane.

"Let's improve our strength first. Strength is the foundation. With you all messing things up like this, I'm just a mere mage now!"

According to the pieces of the group's account, he should have had a period of development in other timelines, unlike in this timeline, where he was practically being roasted on a fire.

“If my dear becomes a demigod, and Margaret also becomes a demigod, then there will indeed be an opportunity to avenge Queen Greta.”

Strength is still very important; at least the power of a demigod can influence the material world.

"That will take a long time, but I'll be there soon, very soon..."

Actually, Diane wasn't needed. Diane was too embarrassed to continue, but Greta could complete her revenge without Diane's fighting ability, as long as she recovered.

"I understand. If it were that simple, I wouldn't be needed. But don't worry, having chosen you, I will do my best to protect you!"

The Queen imagined it all and made a promise to treat Diane as her own asset, so naturally she would protect her in every way.

“I believe you. You’re not that unwise. You know the future, yet you’re still heading in the wrong direction.”

Diane's hair was curled like silk, and her snow-white hair did not seem lifeless like that of an old woman, but rather contained a peculiar vitality.

"It's as if I'm only with you for personal gain, it's because of love, I love you!"

The Queen met Diane's gaze, her icy blue eyes filled with tender affection—it wasn't an act; she truly loved Diane.

"I felt it last night, I love you too, didn't you feel it?"

Don't try to prove your innocence; just ask them a question.

"Feel!"

Thinking of Diane's emotional breakdown and rampage of holy blood yesterday, the Queen felt a touch of sweetness; Diane was not heartless.

"Then shouldn't you apologize to me for doubting me?!"

Diane patted the Queen's ample waist, which made the Queen scold him playfully. The Queen then nuzzled his neck with her delicate face, just like Isabella.

"Stop giving me sophistry! You were the one who questioned my position first, and now you're trying to shift the blame!" The Queen scratched Diane in exasperation, which made Diane laugh and feel much better. The cold and majestic Queen was like a big cat.

"Don't scratch, it tickles! Your Majesty, please mind your dignity!"

"Does being authoritative make you feel more confident?"

The Queen chuckled, pausing her actions, thinking of what had excited Diane yesterday—it was still about role-playing.

"No, no, I don't mind doing it again. I want to go see how Margaret's preparations for breaking through to demigod are going."

Time flies when you're in the beauty village. If you play any longer, it might be afternoon. Diane cherishes his wife (mother) very much.

"I hope that Lady Margaret's journey to becoming a demigod goes smoothly, that she receives the blessings of the gods, and that she can then resist their interference."

Upon hearing Diane's words, the Queen recalled Margaret's promise a few days earlier to become a demigod, and considered how to deceive the gods in the coming months.

"Hmm, hopefully, I'll go ask her..."

Diane struggled again. The beauty in his arms could not stop his longing. He couldn't wait to share with his soulmate the process of dealing with two bodies.

"Really, let Bridget go with you!"

The beauty released Diane; she wasn't a bad woman. She prevented Diane and Margaret from meeting because she couldn't bear to part with Diane.

If Diane's will is not firm, she will stay indefinitely; if Diane wants to leave, she will not forcibly stop her.

"Tatiana, aren't you coming with me?"

Diane looked at the Queen with a puzzled expression; he seemed to be introducing his new wife to his first wife.

"With Bridget, huh? I'm not Queen Greta. These people below, you have to deal with them. In order to provide you with protection for these few months, they've been through so much, tsk."

The Queen looked helpless. Her strength was still insufficient to do as she pleased. If she could break through to the demigod level, her subordinates wouldn't have so many complaints.

"That's true, your situation is a bit more difficult. Once Margarita breaks through, she can help you!"

With the Tudor demigods not involved in affairs, the Queen's actions required balancing the interests of all parties, making things very difficult.

"Waiting for Miss Margaret to become a demigod? Darling, can your god make me a demigod?"

Bridget emerged from the bathroom and threw herself into Diane's arms; the Queen laughed and went into the bathroom.

"I am willing to convert to your religion, become one of you, and even change the state religion of Tudor in the future!"

Since Bridget felt that Diane needed investment after succeeding the Queen, she went all in, entrusting the nation, body, and faith to Diane.

"I'll have to ask the goddess about that. I'm just a mage, how would I know so much? But do you really want to give up your freedom?"

Choosing to become a demigod means becoming a tool of the gods, subject to their control and lacking freedom. Furthermore, the upper limit is limited to being a god; one can never become a supreme god in this lifetime.

Most exceptionally talented and proud individuals would not choose this path; Queen Greta, for example, aimed for the supreme god.

I've already killed the chief god, how could you expect me to be your subordinate god?

These are the kinds of people the gods suppress; they would never be accepted as dogs.

Her Majesty the Queen is also quite talented. When her lifespan is almost over, joining the church and becoming a demigod would not be a problem. At that time, she is still quite young and does not need to do so.

"What can we really call freedom? I don't yearn for freedom. I'm just afraid of being used as a expendable tool. How many demigods fell when the gods resisted the demon invasion?"

Bridget trembled slightly. The shock of seeing an unattainable demigod being filled in was immense; this was what it meant to be powerless against one's fate.

To become a pawn of the gods means to be prepared to be replaced by them. Having this mindset is completely different from the feeling of this happening right before your eyes.

"So you still want to join us? Are you out of your mind?"

Since the other party is afraid of becoming cannon fodder and has plenty of time, there is no need to rush to join Diane and her group. Diane has not forced the people around her to believe in her god.

"You bad thing, you're the one who's out of your mind! Can't you feel that I'm doing this because of you?"

Bridget gently rubbed Diane's face, the strong-willed older woman kneading Diane's face repeatedly, as if all her love had been in vain.

"for me?"

Diane felt bewildered, and before he could think about it, Bridget's pink lips were pressed against his face.

"My current strength is too weak to help you. Perhaps becoming a believer in God and a demigod could help you."

The mature woman spoke in a low voice. The angel's strength was sufficient within the kingdom, but it was somewhat inadequate when facing Diane's problem. This time, she truly felt powerless.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. We'll be fine once Margarita becomes a demigod. Besides, becoming a follower of God means losing your freedom. Weren't you just afraid of being used as a pawn?"

The main problem is that her own god is too weak right now, and even the head maid isn't a demigod. How can she guarantee that she can help others advance to demigod status? Diane is inclined to have the Queen give up.

“I am afraid of being a pawn, but I am the wife of the god, so what do I have to fear?”

Bridget breathed hot air on Diane's face. Diane was the goddess's daughter, and in the goddess's eyes, Diane was of unparalleled value, as if an evil god had come. The position given to Diane was the right seat of the gods.

Not to mention that Diane's current divine state is weak. Judging from Diane's future situation, she is indeed the goddess's own son and her own son's daughter-in-law. She can't possibly be cannon fodder.

"If you put it that way, it's true. Our gods don't seem to like sacrificing their subordinates. Are there any other reasons?"

Diane paused for a moment, seemingly agreeing. Even if the head maid had a follower like Bridget, it wouldn't be easy to sacrifice her, because she was Diane's woman.

"I love you and want to join you, to be part of you, and to do the same thing with my husband. That's the best way to cultivate and deepen our feelings for each other. I don't want our relationship to be just a fleeting passion; I want a long-lasting love that grows over time."

Bridget's flushed cheeks seemed to have given her all; once she chose a direction, she was determined to keep going.

“I know you don’t trust me yet, so I’m entrusting everything to you. You should trust me now, right? You always say that sincerity begets sincerity, and true heart begets true heart. I want to use my true heart to exchange for your true heart.”

Bridget took Diane's hand, their fingers intertwined, their hearts connected; she wanted Diane to understand her heart.

"You're really... amazing..."

Looking at Bridget's blushing face, and recalling the sorrow she felt last night when she heard that Bridget couldn't be resurrected, Diane's heart softened, whether it was genuine or not.

(End of this chapter)