Do you all know the future?

Chapter 119 One-time

Springtime in Tudor is beautiful. Under the warm sun, flowers bloom, filling the air with a pleasant fragrance. The lush green grass is a delight to behold, and many citizens come to the park to enjoy the beautiful spring day.

The groups of two or three were mostly commoners; even the lowest-ranking nobles were unwilling to join such a free park to enjoy the sunlight. They had their own paid parks, not to mention the great nobles who had their own gardens.

In a scene of light and peace, a pair of eyes peered at the sunlight from the shadows, their gazes filled with gloom and disgust for the people in the crowd.

“A bunch of lowly people…”

The woman spoke softly, her eyes filled with barely suppressed pain and anger. She was unhappy to see others happy, yet she was helpless because she could not appear in the light.

"Why, why do I have to hide in this place? I can't breathe!"

Her tone revealed anxiety and annoyance; how could she, who considered herself superior, tolerate being around a bunch of lowly people?

"Because you're stupid. You could have easily won and killed Loran, but you chose to mock him, wasting time and letting others arrive in the end."

She heard the evil god's reproachful voice beside her ear; the evil god was also dissatisfied with her actions, and her carefully laid plan had ended in failure.
"If I cannot mock Loran, and it is merely his death, why would I seek your help? He will naturally die of old age!"

With her face tilted back, Moria gritted her teeth. She wanted to mock Loran for not recognizing his worth. If Loran didn't feel mocked, what was the point of her gaining power?

Murder alone cannot avenge her humiliation or the harm Loran caused her; she must humiliate Loran to regain her dignity.

"So now you're hiding here from being hunted down. If you had just killed him cleanly, you wouldn't be homeless like this, unable to even go back home."

The evil god's words were tinged with regret. He had originally planned to usurp the throne, but Diane and the others arrived so quickly that they didn't give him any chance. It was also because Moria was blinded by victory that she was still able to chat and mock Loran.

“Going home means going to church. You will abandon me without hesitation, and the church will discover my connection with the evil god.”

Moria isn't stupid; she's just a bit ethereal. She believes things should go her way and has her own absurd theories in her head, but she takes others' tolerance as gospel and thinks her ideas are right.

“You know that going home would be the end of it. Loran has probably already reported you to the church, so you can’t go home and have to keep hiding like this.”

The evil god's laughter was like a static-charged feather, tickling Moria's nerves. Moria's expression grew increasingly hateful; she hated Loran intensely, feeling that Loran had ruined everything for her.

As fate would have it, Loran was hiding and running away in her past life, and now it's Jasmine's turn. However, she doesn't have Loran's good luck, nor does she have Loran's beautiful mother, and she's not capable of seducing a stepfather like Diane.

She was surrounded only by an evil god who wanted to devour her soul. Of course, she wasn't as confused as Loran; she was fully aware of her actions.

"Don't talk like that. What are we going to do next? You can't expect me to live with these lowly people for the rest of my life."

Moria's eyes were sinister. These mortals were too lowly. She didn't even have the thought of devouring them; she felt disgusted.

"We're just waiting it out for now. I also want to get Loran, but for now we can only wait and see?"

The evil god is not in a hurry. The body of the divine descendant is the perfect vessel for the god's descent. His desire to possess Loran is no less than Moria's desire for revenge, but there is indeed no good way to achieve it at the moment.

"Wait and see how long? You said it yourself, the tentacles of the gods have withdrawn. Diane, who is behind Loran, has the support of the gods!"

Jasmine gritted her teeth, waiting, but would there be no chance left?

As Diane's status rises, Loran's status will also rise accordingly, becoming stronger and stronger, and he will be protected by the gods.

“You also have divine help, our goals are the same, and we won’t have to wait long; the opportunity will come soon.”

The evil god spoke with certainty and seductive tone, making Moria temporarily forget the pain and frustration she felt seeing others happy.

"what chance?"

Moria's face in the shadows then became excited, driven by the power of the evil god, she craved to devour more, especially Loran.

Queen Fafnya is about to visit Tudor.

"So what? We're just here to deliver some goods."

Moria cursed, her excited gaze dimming. It was clear at a glance that Queen Fafya was in love and wanted to take Ander's blood.

"That's too superficial. Queen Fafya has a god behind her!"

"What good is it if I also have a god behind me? Do you dare to confront that goddess of victory?"

Filled with resentment, even overshadowing her faith rooted in the gods, Moria had gone mad after her last failure.

He flaunted his achievements with arrogance, then slunk away in disgrace, and now he's hiding like a rat, wanted by the entire Tudor state.

Since she couldn't provide extraordinary power, and the glory of the gods was only so-so, she wanted to humiliate Loran. In any case, being able to humiliate Loran would be a victory for her.

"He can tear apart the power of the Moon Goddess, so if I go up there, I will only have my laws torn apart by Him."

The Devourer did not show off, but generously admitted that he was no match for them, because he was simply no match for them.

The new god who could defeat the moon goddess and cause her great loss must be one of the top gods, so it's perfectly normal that he couldn't defeat her.

He did not punish the rebellious and disrespectful Moria, even though it was so easy. She was a dead person, and punishing her would only breed rebellion. In any case, she only had one-time use value.

"However, this is the material world, not the spirit world. The strongest realm here is only demigod. No matter how strong a new god is, he cannot exert any power beyond that of a demigod in the material world. Our goal is not Diane, but Loran."

They weren't directly confronting Diane; their target was only Loran. They didn't actually need to go head-to-head with the god behind Diane.

“Loran… there’s no chance for that. At most, you can make me an angel. Loran’s mother was an angel too.”

The whispers of the evil god did not rekindle Moria's confidence, because as an angel, she, who was forcibly infused with the evil god's power, could not defeat an angel who normally acquired the laws on her own.

"So we need to take advantage of the chaos. Queen Fafya's arrival will muddy the waters, and that's when we'll have our chance."

The evil god didn't say what the specific opportunity was, because He didn't know either. He only knew that the god of love was a restless person who wasn't honest and dutiful.

"Isn't the Tudors on guard? How could Queen Fafia alone be enough? Why have these gods retreated!"

Knowing the chaos Queen Fafya could cause, Tudor certainly knew as well. Moria didn't hold out much hope, and after her attack, Loran would definitely be more cautious.

"And with the Moon Goddess and the God of Life in the mix, their divine realms have been quite active lately, it seems they're still holding a grudge about what happened last time."

The gluttonous Devourer can patiently cast out bait, waiting for its prey to bite. "They want to deal with Diane and her group?"

A glint of light flashed in Moria's dull eyes; it seemed there really was a chance.

"I don't know what they're up to, but it seems no one else has offended them."

The existence of an evil god is uncertain, but guiding him is enough; a stupid woman like Moria wouldn't be able to detect it.

"Moon goddess, goddess of life..."

Moria fell into deep thought, it seemed there really was a chance if these gods held back Diane's gods and Isabella.

"Don't you want to get revenge on Loran?"

“Loran…”

Moria clenched her fists tightly. Naturally, she didn't reflect on where she had gone wrong. In Moria's mind, her current situation was all caused by Loran.

"Be patient!"

Moria endured the humiliation at this moment. The evil god had already achieved his goal. It didn't matter that this madman was insane or that he was slaughtering these civilians. But as a pawn, this way of losing him was a pity for the evil god.

"The inspection team is here. Let's go to the sewers first."

The evil god warned her, and Moria, her face filled with humiliation, gradually disappeared. The angel's strength far surpassed that of the superhumans being examined, but if she made a commotion, then the real angel had arrived.

The stench was overwhelming, and the anger in her heart was building up. The filth and grime made the young lady, who had never felt such humiliation before, feel extremely disgraced. Her script was not supposed to be like this.

On the other side, Terry was also furious, but compared to Moria, her situation was much better.

"Using my family to threaten me? Does His Majesty think I will yield?"

Terri snorted coldly, and the man opposite her wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a fawning expression.

"That's not it. His Majesty Murak was just reminding you not to forget that you are an Ishtar."

The man spoke in a low voice, appearing slightly calmer than the furious Terri, carefully explaining that although they were both paladins, the other was clearly more important to him.

“Countess Lira, my husband has already betrayed me, and you still believe I am an Ishtar?”

Terry scoffed. "You stole the artifact and came to Tudor? The Ishtars want to tear you to pieces. You still think you're Ishtar?"
"His Majesty and the people may not have understood your actions before, Lady Teresa, but now they understand that you did it for the sake of the sacred blood that was lost abroad. They will not blame you, but will only understand your predicament."

Count Lira's voice was gentle and refined, as if he intended to put aside all the contradictions and only talk about the future of Ishtar.

“It is for the sake of the Holy Blood, so I am even less willing to contact you. Prince An will return to Ishtar sooner or later, and you, including His Majesty Murak, are all obstacles to him.”

Terri stared straight at Count Lira, her emotions completely unmoved. She didn't consider herself to be the same kind of person as Count Lira.

"My family is insignificant compared to Ishtar. I would never betray Ishtar for the sake of my family. Even if my entire family is sacrificed, I will make sure Ishtar sees the dawn of light."

The glory of Ishtar should be inherited by Diane, who is the sun of Ishtar, while the other shadows should be burned by the sun to become instruments of its power, including King Murak, who is currently in power and has no strategy to deal with demons.

“That’s not the case. Murak welcomes Prince An’s presence, and if Prince An wishes, he can go to Istaya to inherit the throne right now.”

Count Lira smiled, displaying the same enthusiasm as Terri, as if he too was supporting Diane's ascension to the throne.

"really?"

The female knight showed suspicion. Judging from the diary and her understanding of the emperor, he was not a magnanimous person. The diary even contained records of his confrontation with Diane.

But the female knight was unaware that the assassin who attacked Diane on her wedding night was sent by Ishtar; this information was kept secret.

Tudors did not want to declare war on Ishtar, and Diane did not return to inherit Ishtar's abilities at the time, so the news was kept secret.

"Of course it's true. His Majesty told me personally that if Prince An returns, he will abdicate and give way to a more worthy successor, since he possesses the spiritual essence of holy blood. Prince An is Queen Greta's heir!"

Count Lira said in a serious tone, and Terri couldn't help but believe him to some extent, thinking that it was the butterfly effect and that her arrival had changed some things.

"So, is this a message to His Highness An, urging him to return to his country as soon as possible?"

Terri was thrilled. She truly loved her country, just like some of the martyrs in Diane's hometown. Their failure was simply due to problems with their methods, not because they were bad people.

“No, Istya is fraught with danger right now. It would be too dangerous for Prince An to go back. Let him grow in Tudor first.”

Count Lira said dejectedly, as if he also wanted Diane to go back, but with a helpless expression, the situation did not allow it.

“Indeed, after all, it’s not the same Ishtar as before. Your Highness was able to become a demigod in Tudor, no, an angel. Only by going back can you be guaranteed a better future.”

The female knight pondered this and realized it made sense. Although she wanted Diane to return immediately, the reality was that it was difficult.

“That’s right. Ishtar still maintains its political system on the surface, but it has been influenced by various evil gods and cultists. Prince An is still too weak. Going back will not change anything. On the contrary, it will make the demons and cultists more rampant. We have good intentions towards Prince An.”

Count Lira echoed Terri's words, saying that it was true that the situation in Istya was not optimistic.

"You're not welcoming His Highness back, so you want me to convey His Majesty Murak's goodwill? Isn't diplomacy a good enough option?"

The female knight looked at Count Lira, who had clearly not come through diplomatic channels, with some confusion.

"His Majesty's position is not secure at present. There are various opinions within the country, so we cannot make any rash statements. The reason I came here this time is to safely hand over the divine artifact, the Shield of Radiance, to Prince An. This is an issue that cannot be discussed directly through diplomatic channels."

Count Lira offered his biggest bargaining chip to ensure that he was telling the truth.

"Radiant Shield?"

The female knight covered her mouth in surprise. The Radiant Shield, which was on par with the Holy Lance and could withstand attacks from the main god, was Queen Greta's defensive artifact.

“That’s right, the item isn’t here. You can have someone His Highness trusts retrieve it, but make sure the news doesn’t leak out.”

Count Lira looked at the female knight with a sincere expression, but the shocked Terri didn't notice the cunning glint in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)