Do you all know the future?

Chapter 122 Really pregnant

"Mom's going to a party, Lotina, do you want to come with me?"

Adjusting her beautiful dress, her massive frame stood quietly before the huge floor-length mirror, which reflected her flawless figure.

A custom-made evening gown hugged her beautiful figure, the bodice was perfectly tailored, outlining her full breasts and slender waist, and the neckline design perfectly revealed her smooth collarbone and long neck.

The dark green dress had a large skirt that covered most of the snake's tail, making her appear to be a noblewoman with giant blood.

She lifted her skirt, revealing a cleverly designed lower section. The fabric extended down her waistline, gradually tapering until it merged seamlessly with her enormous snake tail. The dark green fabric tightly enveloped the upper half of her snake tail.

"No, there's no need to go. Church has an event today."

The girl with no connections waved her hand, looking at her mother dressed up in her finest attire, knowing that she probably wanted the nourishment of holy blood to give her a younger brother or sister, and that she didn't need to disturb her at this time.

"If it's not important, you can decline. Don't you really like Ms. Margaret?"

After thinking about it for a few days, she finally understood. In order to protect her daughter, and with her resolve wavering, the beautiful woman decided to face reality.

It might not work out tonight, after all, it's Queen Fafya's welcome banquet, but it doesn't matter, she's just expressing her attitude.

"Ms. Margaret's status would not be present at such a banquet."

The demigod's status is too high, while the maid's status is too low. There is only a very low chance that she can attend the banquet, and she is more likely to wait in a place like the lounge.

"Are you really unwilling to go? You were so eager to attend the banquets that Prince An attended before."

Eve turned slightly to the side, and her reflection in the mirror moved accordingly. Her enormous, scaly snake tail curled gracefully on the carpet, its tip swaying gently, causing the gold threads of her dress to shimmer and reflect the light from the crystal chandelier.

“That’s right. If Ms. Margaret isn’t attending today’s banquet, then there’s no need for me to go either.”

The girl held a book in her hand, showing no curiosity whatsoever; she didn't even glance at her flamboyantly dressed mother.

She hadn't gotten over the embarrassment from last time. On the surface, she seemed to have nothing to offer, but the head maid saw through her, and she was internally conflicted.

"Alright, then I'll have to go by myself. What kind of event is it at the church?"

Mrs. Eve raised her hand, her slender fingers gently brushing against the silk at her waist, feeling the cool, smooth touch. Mrs. Eve slowly adjusted the neatness of her clothes, wanting to meet Diane in the most beautiful manner.

"The Lord has disappeared. In order to find the Lord's whereabouts, I have collected many, many books. I have a high level of knowledge in theology, so let me interpret them."

The girl put down her book and said calmly that she didn't have any particular feelings when she mentioned God. She had vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with God before, so she studied theology desperately.

Although she was shocked and her faith collapsed, she still firmly believed that her God would return, and she doesn't show any emotional fluctuations when talking about finding God now.

"really?"

The noblewoman's eyes flashed with a cold light as she carefully examined her only daughter, sensing that she was lying.

"That's it……"

Lotina paused slightly, as if she wanted to add something, before being interrupted by the noblewoman.

"You're not good at lying!"

Lady Eve swayed her snake tail, entering a state of inquiry, her snake eyes locking onto Lottina.

"Actually, we wanted to use rituals to find the gods by connecting with the divine descendants and the gods."

Lotina avoided her mother's gaze because she was lying; rituals were somewhat dangerous, and she didn't want her mother to worry.

"..."

Mrs. Eve frowned, just as Lottina had worried, concerned that Lottina might be in danger during the ceremony.

“I am a descendant of Lady Tina’s gods, this is what I should do, I am a saint of the Breeze Church.”

In front of her mother, as if everything about her was seen through, Lotina met her mother's gaze without flinching.

"Yes, if it's your decision, go. I hope Ms. Tina will return soon; she can protect you."

Mrs. Eve agreed. As a mother, she was worried, but that was her duty and obligation. Lottina was a saint of the Breeze Church, and welcoming back the Lord God was Lottina's wish.

Eve waved her hand, letting Lottina decide for herself and even gave her her blessing. She wanted to become Diane's mistress, partly because she wanted to use Diane to protect Lottina. Perhaps things would be easier for her if Ms. Tina hadn't returned.

The descendants of the gods had a great time while the gods existed, but when the gods fell, the descendants of the gods became the targets of other gods. Lottina participated in the ritual for her sake, and also for the sake of the church.

"I firmly believe that Ms. Tina has not perished, and that we can bring her back."

Seeing that her mother reluctantly agreed, Lotina's expression remained unchanged, and she felt much more relaxed.

Her mother's obstruction wouldn't have much of an impact. The church has demigods, but her mother could influence Diane. Diane had divine backing, and besides, she didn't want to clash with her mother; she knew her mother loved her.

"I know, but I will ask Prince An to prohibit the Breeze Church from performing any high-risk spells!"

Eve also has her own bottom line. She can't just sit by and watch her daughter sacrifice herself. Her daughter has a spirit of sacrifice, but she doesn't. She's just a mother.

"...If you insist on doing this, Mom."

The girl neither confirmed nor denied it; such things couldn't be kept from her mother anyway, it was just a matter of sooner or later she would find out.

"I wonder if Prince An's choice of Tudors was because he knew that Lady Tina had disappeared."

Mrs. Eve had nothing to hide from her own daughter, and after thinking for a moment, she said that Diane's arrival was quite timely.

"Mom, why don't you just ask him? He likes you so much!"

She glanced at her mother discreetly, realizing it was best she didn't go. Last time her mother came back, she didn't scold her and didn't realize that her mother was doing it on purpose. Before, she thought she was just pretending well, but now there was a different kind of body odor, which made the girl feel embarrassed.

"Does liking me mean you can tell me everything? It's not that simple. Liking and loving are not the same thing, and loving without reservation is another thing altogether. Don't confuse the two."

The mother taught her daughter, not knowing how much she absorbed, or whether she was simply pouring all her knowledge into her brain.

"understand……"

They're so clearly distinguished that it seems impossible to confuse them, but the actual situation is unknown. Beliefs are very complex, not to mention emotions.

"But this matter is not important. I'll ask him when we're closer."

Mrs. Eve looked at herself from side to side. The beauty in the mirror was truly stunning. She believed she could win over Diane soon. Asking such a question shouldn't be too much to ask, and requesting Diane to warn the Breeze Church wouldn't be unreasonable either.

"mom!"

"Ok?"

After confirming that her makeup and hair were flawless, Mrs. Eve turned around and glided gracefully toward the door.

The heavy snake tail dragged silently across the carpet, leaving only faint traces, before being stopped by her daughter just as she reached the door.

"Do you like Prince An?" A different emotion appeared in the girl's eyes, and a rare look of worry appeared on her face.

"Like him? I like him! He can win the favor of Her Majesty the Queen and Dean Isabella, so isn't it normal for him to win my favor too?"

Mrs. Eve answered her daughter's question simply and directly, and reached out to push the door open.

"Others' liking cannot prove your liking. Do you really like it, or is it because of my compromise?"

Lotina stood up. She wasn't as tall as her mother, but she didn't want to stay under her mother's wing forever, watching her mother sell her blood and flesh to sacrifice for her.

“That must mean I really like you. If it were for you, I would take you away from Tudor and away from this place. I really like Prince An’s personality.”

Mrs. Eve pressed her large hand to her chest, as if trying to sense her heartbeat, but unfortunately the layer of fat was too thick, and she couldn't feel anything.

"But is that love? Do you love him?"

The girl pressed on, realizing that she shouldn't have been so talkative, and that she didn't care who her mother contacted.

But today, her mother's questions and answers seemed to have stirred up her family affection. Diane was no ordinary noblewoman; she was a big problem, a very big problem.

“I am not a harlot, I don’t fall in love with someone so quickly, or rather I’m not sure if I love him, but I don’t mind becoming Prince An’s mistress.”

The beautiful snake wagged her tail, sensing her daughter's worry, so she didn't lie to her and told her what she was thinking directly.

"Perhaps it's because of the holy blood. My mother is a spiritual being who has climbed up to Prince An. She feels honored to be liked by him. I never expected that my shy child would have such a dramatic change in status in just a few months."

Mrs. Eve spoke her mind, not wanting her daughter to have any unnecessary thoughts.

"I understand. I wish you success, Mom, and happiness for both of you!"

The smile that unconsciously crept onto her mother's lips caught Lotina's eye, and the image of Diande flashed through Lotina's mind as she sincerely wished her well.

"It's not just two people. You're a greedy new father. Right now you want the three golden flowers of Tudor, and maybe the beauties of the Western Continent in the future."

Lady Eve smiled relaxedly; she probably never imagined that one day she would become another man's mistress alongside the Tudor Queen and Isabella.

"Even so, does Mom still like him? You have so many other choices..."

“You also have many choices, so many noble children.”

"I don't like it."

"I don't even like it."

"..."

I don't know how to persuade her anymore, Mom, how could you use my magic!

A hint of resentment flashed in the girl's eyes, despite her expressionless face.

"It's not like you're going to be her wife, and you're worrying about her mistresses. I think Her Majesty the Queen herself is quite happy about it. She even had Prince An accompany her to welcome the Tudor Queen. Why do you care about these things?"

Once you understand your place in the relationship, you won't have so many worries. Why think so much about a lover's relationship? This is typical Tudor aristocratic woman's mindset. Why should a mistress worry about the affairs of the legal wife?

"..."

That makes so much sense, I'm speechless. Thinking of my mother's previous fidelity, I realize she wanted my mother to find a real stepfather, not this kind of lover relationship.

“My little Lottina, Mommy likes it this way. Mommy doesn’t feel wronged. Mommy doesn’t mind that Prince An has many lovers. You don’t need to worry about Mommy either.”

Mrs. Eve turned and hugged Lottina, kissing her forehead to convey her maternal love. She then took out a handkerchief and wiped the lip print from her daughter's forehead.

"I understand. I hope you have sweet dreams tonight."

The girl remained expressionless despite feeling the dampness on her forehead, but this was enough to delight Mrs. Eve.

"Thank you for your well wishes, but tonight's main character is not me, but Queen Catherine from Favour."

Mrs. Eve pinched the girl's cheek. She could never tire of looking at her adorable daughter. If only she were a little more lively, with more expressions…

"However, it's not impossible to take advantage of a bargain. After all, today is the first day, and Her Majesty the Queen should be more reserved. Prince An also likes me. It doesn't matter if it's not today, there's no need to fight for it."

Mrs. Eve released her daughter, and this time no one stopped her from leaving the room. Lotina watched her leave, reaching out to touch the lingering sensation of her mother's kiss, lost in thought.

She arrived at the palace banquet, but she underestimated the enthusiasm of the guests. There were so many people, all dressed up elegantly and gracefully.

She greeted everyone skillfully, demonstrating her strong social skills, but the topics were all trivial.

"His Majesty doesn't seem afraid that His Majesty is having an affair..."

"I wonder what His Majesty An's preferences are..."

"The prince seems to prefer older women..."

Mrs. Eve dealt with everyone, her gaze sweeping around before slowly creeping to Isabella in the corner. Isabella, dressed in a bright red evening gown, sat quietly on the sofa, sipping her juice, looking utterly detached from worldly affairs.

Upon seeing Mrs. Eve arrive, he voluntarily moved to the side from the middle to make room for the large Mrs. Eve.

"Doesn't Dean Isabella want to witness Queen Favya's beauty firsthand?"

Mrs. Eve sat down on the sofa, draped her tail over it, and started a conversation.

"I've seen it in the newspaper, there's nothing to be surprised about."

Isabella wasn't very interested, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son flirting with some women, revealing a hint of relaxation and joy.

"Is it because you're pregnant that you don't care? I really didn't expect Your Highness to be so quick."

Mrs. Eve leaned closer to Isabella and teased her.

"He's not fast, but he takes a long time. His sprint is a bit fast, and I can hardly keep up with it. You can do it!"

Isabella ate her pastries while driving, and Mrs. Eve's ears turned red first.

"He told you everything?"

Mrs. Eve had decided to punish Diane properly, but she hadn't even reached base yet, and she was already spreading the news everywhere. Was she trying to force Diane to admit it?
"No, but he's already told you I'm pregnant, which means we're family. Only those who've slept together are family, right?"

Sipping her watermelon juice, Isabella glanced at Eve, wondering how her little sweetheart could possibly conquer this giant snake.

"I am……"

"Just kidding, are you really pregnant?" Mrs. Eve was shocked and could no longer hear the announcements from outside.

(End of this chapter)