Do you all know the future?

Chapter 118 Queen Fafya's Imminent Visit
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The head maid joined in with a smile, without the slightest bit of shyness.

Removing the Queen, who was originally a unified entity, was the first time Diane had formed a group of three and then gathered a crowd...

"These gods are such cowards, they seem to be scared and dare not come."

The Queen had already gone to attend to state affairs. The head maid massaged Diane's shoulders with a comfortable, gentle touch, and complained about the gods' cowardice.

"Isn't this normal? It would be abnormal if someone dared to come! If they knew it was dangerous and still came to their death, then they might have something wrong with their brain."

Diane flipped through the newspaper, a look of understanding on her face. These gods were all as cunning as ghosts; they would run faster than rabbits at the slightest sound.

"That was also my purpose, to intimidate them and prevent them from easily spying on you. However, it seems that I have overdone it, and many gods have already withdrawn from this land."

The head maid said with distress that things had not gone as she had planned and had taken a different turn, but it wasn't a big problem.

"What's gone too far?"

Diane's gaze lingered on the headline of the newspaper, not quite understanding the head maid's meaning. Wasn't it a good thing that the gods were withdrawing?

"I was too scared. I actually wanted to stir up some conflict among them so they would fight amongst themselves, and then leave them decisively without giving them any room to maneuver."

The maid sighed and said that the gods came like a surging tide and retreated just as quickly.

"Gods aren't so easily fooled. The Moon Goddess was fooled only because the difference in strength was too great at the time, and she suffered from a lack of intelligence."

The previous battle against the Moon Goddess involved both careful planning and luck; the next time, the Moon Goddess will not be so easy to deal with.

"How will we know if we don't try? The problem is that they won't give us the chance. They've clearly backed down. All temple activities have stopped. It seems they've already acknowledged that you're taken."

The head maid paused here, then smiled happily. She was Diane's goddess, and Diane was her master.

"Take it easy. You've only just regained your demigod strength and you're already trying to cause trouble. Can you control the situation?"

Diane felt that life was finally peaceful. The spiritual environment that the Queen had built was almost complete, and Diane could cultivate in it without any interference. Wasn't that great?

"There is absolutely no problem in the material world, and there is an objective need for it. To advance to a lesser god, I need nourishment, I need the nourishment of laws, and I especially need the laws of true gods, not the laws of demigods."

The head maid explained the conditions for her advancement, which didn't seem like becoming a demigod who could just pick up trash. Further advancement would require fighting against these high and mighty gods.

“Dealing with them in the Spirit Realm is risky. If we can summon the gods and deal with them like we deal with the Moon Goddess, it will be relatively safe and easy.”

The head maid wasn't reckless or blindly confident; she didn't need to risk proving her abilities, so she prioritized safety.

"Is that so? That does raise a question. Should I go to the Spirit Realm as bait?"

Diane put down the newspaper, fully understanding her own worth, and believed that some gods would choose to take the risk.

"Then that would be putting the cart before the horse. This was just something that happened by chance. My master, your task now is to use the Holy Blood to acquire as many powerful women as possible, instead of thinking about what kind of bait to use. I don't need that."

The head maid dissuaded Diane from her idea. She only regretted that there was no relatively safe way. Diane would have to be protected if she went to the Spirit Realm, so it would be more convenient for her to go alone.

"I know, I'm trying! Speaking of the strong, can you fulfill Tatiana's request?"

Diane asked the head maid about the Queen's faith, the conditions for faith in the head maid, and elevating her to demigod status.

"A demigod? I'm still a demigod myself. I need to reach the level of a lesser god before I can help her."

The head maid slowly shook her head. The queen's request was beyond her capabilities. She might be stronger than a lesser god, but she couldn't solve this kind of problem involving rank.

"How should I answer her? I think I can trust her since she's willing to open up."

She has entrusted her life to you; she trusts Diane to the extreme. You can't say anything that would hurt her feelings. Put yourself in her shoes.

"It is said that the deity has just formed a divine realm and fought with the moon goddess, which has exhausted her energy. She is now in a temporary slumber. Her request has been received and we must wait for the deity to awaken."

The head maid thought for a moment and came up with an excuse for Diane to ensure an accepting attitude.

"That's a good excuse. Who knows how long it will take you to become a lesser god?"

Diane didn't understand anything about gods, so he accepted the head maid's excuse.

"That depends on how many demigods I can trust by your side. In comparison, becoming a lesser god is not as difficult as finding a loyal mistress."

The head maid was very accommodating to Diane. The true God included both subordinate gods and chief gods. The more harem Diane had, the more at ease she felt.

"That's not necessarily true. The effects of holy blood are so strong, and its attraction is so great. I just need to find angel-level women, and you will be able to transform them into demigods."

By abandoning all morals, using the name of holy blood to attract people, and then using holy blood to change their favorability, building an angel harem will be no problem.

"Then why haven't you won over Mrs. Eve yet?"

The head maid tightened her grip on Diane's shoulder, and Diane looked embarrassed, realizing the head maid had hit a nerve.

"It'll be soon. I haven't had a chance these past few days because I was too shy last time!"

Diane invited Mrs. Eve several times, but Mrs. Eve refused each time. Diane was also puzzled. He had clearly taken the last step in his pursuit, and they were already touching and kissing each other. They were just one step away from going all the way, but he just got stuck.

"Let's change our target for now. Have you decided on someone? How about Marquis Terri?"

The head maid combed Diane's hair, making her short hair fluffy in her hands.

The head maid didn't like Terri, nor did she have any fondness for the nobles of Ishtar, but Terri's loyalty truly moved her.

“A very good woman, female knight, Margaret, when will you wear female knight armor? I miss that feeling.”

Diane tilted her head back, gazing into the maid's heterochromatic eyes, recalling when the head maid was a knight and he was a horse. Even when they came to the palace, the head maid had never worn knight's attire.

“My master, my child, if you want, I’ll dress you up tonight, but only so you can talk about other women, not me!”

The head maid affectionately pinched Diane's cheek. As long as it didn't involve Diane's safety or future, the head maid would grant Diane's wishes. Even if Diane wanted the moon, she would remember it and bring the moon goddess to Diane in the future.

"You should think about other women, get the three beauties of the empire pregnant, and spread your bloodline throughout the material world."

The head maid bent down and kissed Diane's forehead, her warm red lips conveying encouragement and affection. She wasn't just looking at her mistress, but also at her own child.

“I’m thinking about it, look!” Diane pointed to the newspaper, the front page headline:
Queen Fafnir is about to depart for a state visit to the Tudor Kingdom.

"The Queen is not bad. According to the transmigrators, you made your fortune thanks to her, so they shouldn't be against you."

The head maid straightened up, glanced at the message, and offered her comment.

"I don't know if they'll object; we'll see after we meet."

Diane was also self-aware. The queen coveted his bloodline, and Diane profited from the queen's favor. If she didn't covet bloodline or spirituality but only talked about feelings, Diane couldn't stand it.

"My master is so outstanding, how could any woman resist him? They would all love him to death."

The head maid held Diane's head and helped him up, giving Diane confidence—this was an affirmation from the gods.

"You're biased towards me, so you'll definitely say that. Queen Fafia isn't biased towards me, so I'll just wait and see if the Holy Blood can attract her."

Diane pursed her lips, not taking the Queen's words seriously; she understood the saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

“It’s definitely possible, otherwise what would be the point of her visiting? I don’t deny that there are women who are not interested in the Holy Blood, but they are truly rare.”

Diane wasn't a local, but the Queen was, and the Queen understood the spiritually morbid desires of people in this world.

Having a relationship with Diana doesn't guarantee having children, and having children doesn't guarantee inheriting the Holy Bloodline and Spirituality, but people are still willing to send their wives and daughters off one after another.

"That's wonderful. The newspaper said it should arrive in a few days, and there will definitely be a welcome banquet. I think Mrs. Eve will attend this banquet."

Diane still longed for the flowers in her garden, and once she let loose, she wanted to take Mrs. Eve home.

"You want to hold a banquet and gain two people? I'm afraid that's beyond your capabilities, Master!"

Upon hearing Diane's words, the head maid kindly reminded her that although she trusted her master very much, Diane probably didn't have the ability to subdue both of them at once.

"What are you thinking? I just want to talk to Lady Eve, at least get her to reply. My main target is Queen Fafya. And even if the Queen is promiscuous, she wouldn't offer herself to someone that night!"

Diane thought the head maid was overthinking things. He had no such intention. He thought it was a way to break the current stalemate with Mrs. Eve, but he never imagined that a banquet would bring together both of them.

"It's hard to say... Favreau is a more open country than Tudor."

Looking at the innocent-looking Diane, the head maid was truly afraid that some unknown, wicked woman might take him away. He had been in Tudor for so long, yet he still hadn't gotten used to one-night stands; he had indeed been too well protected.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Saying that Tudors are open-minded, Tatiana is not a virgin, and I have never heard that Queen Fafia has a lover. She is basically the same as Tatiana."

Diane presented her arguments and evidence, obtaining the so-called future from Uti. He had investigated who this "future" would involve, and as Diane's backer after leaving Tudor, she naturally had to investigate.

"You're right!"

The head maid smiled and said it wasn't a big deal. She would cover for Diane if she was wrong. That's what Diane wanted to think.

"Where did I go wrong?"

Diane was familiar with the head maid, and this situation was probably the head maid's attitude of acknowledging his mistake but also tolerating his incorrect answer.

"You're not wrong, my master is always right. Master, what would you like to do after breakfast?"

"Should I go to the library to read, exercise, or enjoy music..."

Even what's wrong can be right; in this idealistic world, physics doesn't really apply.

"I'd like to hear my head maid teach me how to win over this queen. I wonder if my head maid is prepared?"

Diane gave up on pursuing the matter and focused on the future. He picked up the newspaper again, shook it, and the newspaper made a rustling sound.

"Of course, my Lord."

The head maid lifted her skirt slightly; a perfect maid would naturally consider every aspect for her master, and would have prepared a strategy for winning her over well in advance.

"You've already seen her story, Master. Her Majesty's journey is quite inspiring. Fafia is a powerful yet turbulent country, unlike Ishtar and Tudor, which are peaceful. The reason for the turmoil is the succession issue, so Her Majesty's rise to the throne can only be described as bumpy."

"Having too many outstanding offspring is also a problem. With three or four angels, everyone wants to be king, and then there's the church pushing them along."

Where there are people, there is conflict. Becoming a king means enjoying more resources and having a greater chance of becoming a demigod, so it's bound to lead to fierce battles.

"And this queen fought her way up from an invincible paladin who was not favored to the throne, which is why I said that a woman with such a strong mind is unlikely to be the kind of infatuated woman you described."

Diane shared his assessment, saying he didn't know how Uti had managed to win over the queen through the timeline she described, but it must have required considerable effort and hardship.

On the cruise ship, the sea and sky meet, and the sea stretches to the horizon with waves surging. In the room, a mature woman holds a glass of bright red wine, like a finely sculpted jade statue.

"Seduce him, use the charm I gave you!"

Opposite Queen Fafya stood an exquisite statue of a goddess bathing, and a sweet, intoxicated voice gave a command that sounded both like an order and like a coquettish plea.

"We are merely in a business relationship, Your Majesty. I will carefully consider your request."

The mature woman swirled her wine glass, showing no sign of yielding to the fact that the other party was a noble and powerful deity.

"What are you pretending for, you bitch? Are you on a state visit to Tudor or just looking for a one-night stand? Don't you know the answer?"

Even insults can be captivating. If it were an ordinary person, regardless of gender, they would have already fallen in love and worshipped her. But Queen Fafya was no ordinary person; she merely glanced at the other person.

"I'm looking for a one-night stand, but that's my job, what does it have to do with you, Your Majesty Cupid?"

The mature woman took a sip of wine with her beautiful red lips, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Without my help, could you have tricked him into bed? Look at his standards for choosing women, would he accept someone as scheming as you?"

The icon made a mocking sound. At least on the surface, Diane was quite self-disciplined and chaste. Tudor nobles, both high and low, longed to see her, but Diane only spent time with a few women.

"That's still better than being seen as a spy for other gods while carrying the power of Cupid."

"Bitch."

"Yes, I'm a whore because I'm unmarried and still a virgin, and Your Majesty is innocent and ignorant because you want to try your holy blood even though you have a husband."

(End of this chapter)