Do you all know the future?

Chapter 123 Something Big Happened

People are used to seeing Diane and the Queen arrive together, but many find it hard to resist the charm of Queen Fafnir's arrival.

People went to greet each other in twos and threes. Although Fafnir and the Tudors were traditional enemies, everyone was tolerant in the face of beauty.

"Your Majesty Queen Fafia, it is an honor for Tudor to have you come from so far away."

"Please try this year's best sun-dried wine; I hope it suits your taste."

"Her Majesty's beauty makes all the flowers of Tudor pale in comparison."

The surrounding nobles, like bees and butterflies drawn to honey, came forward one after another to greet him, regardless of gender.

It wasn't that Diane wasn't being watched; it was just that Her Majesty the Queen of Tudor was keeping a close eye on her. The Queen herself was acting as an extension of Diane, keeping an eye on her from any vixens.

Seeing that there was no other opportunity, everyone set aside their efforts to contact Queen Fafya. Otherwise, the allure of the Holy Blood would have been far greater than that of Queen Fafya, who herself was drawn to the Holy Blood.

Diane originally wanted to invite Queen Fafia to dance, but when other nobles invited her to dance, the Queen said she was tired from her journey and had no energy. Diane could only take Bridget to dance, leaving Tatiana and Queen Fafia to chat.

As the band began to play music, Diane led Bridget to the center of the dance floor. Bridget's steps were light and precise, and Diane's left hand gently rested on her supple waist, feeling its flexibility and slenderness.

Bridget's hand rested on Diane's shoulder. Due to the height difference, this position forced her to lean forward slightly, bringing her face closer to Diane, allowing her to smell the cool fragrance emanating from Diane's hair.

"Aren't you going to invite Queen Favre? Didn't you say you wanted to probe her capabilities?"

Bridget leaned close to Diane's ear, a small gesture that drew much attention and envy from onlookers. Everyone was familiar with the news that Bridget had become Diane's lover, but the jealousy still lingered.

Who wouldn't want to conceive a child who might inherit the holy bloodline? At least most people on the dance floor seemed to think so.

"How should I invite them? They all say they're tired and don't want to do much. What should I invite them to?"

Diane rolled her eyes, thinking that Bridget was really trying to make a fool of him and wanted him to be rejected by Queen Fafnya.

"That's not necessarily true. Listen to how respectful she was to you the whole way. She practically wanted to devour you. She would never refuse your invitation."

Diane could sense Queen Bridget's jealousy; perhaps Queen Fafnir's actions just now had been too undisguised.

While riding in the same carriage, Queen Fafnir consistently showed interest in Diane, ignoring the Queen beside her. How could the Queen not be jealous when a flamboyant woman was trying to seduce her man?

"Let me think, she would say something like this: 'Even if it's tiring, how can I refuse His Highness's invitation!'"

Mimicking the way the other person speaks, using witty and cryptic language, Bridget foretells the scene where Diane invites Queen Fafnir to dance.

"Then the Tudor nobles will lose all face. I won't do such a bad thing. We have plenty of opportunities to interact. There's no need to offend people like this. Everyone says I won't be kidnapped, my Chief."

Diane looked at Bridget, who was so close to her, and chuckled softly. The scene of the Queen repeatedly patching up his clothes was still vivid in her mind.

"So what if I lose face? It's not your face that's being lost, it's the face of the nobility. And isn't this your favorite kind of face-slapping scene?"

Bridget smiled as she recalled the story Diane had told her. Bridget's body was smaller, so she didn't need to maintain the same level of majesty as the Queen.

"Be cold and unfriendly to others, but gentle and kind to yourself, because you are special and unique!"

Bridget gently squeezed Diane's shoulder. If it were her, she would probably like it too. Just like now, everyone at the banquet was looking forward to Diane, but Diane chose her.

"That sounds interesting, but I don't want to be in the limelight. I am the limelight already."

Diane chose to refuse. She didn't want to do anything that would offend people. Even if the nobles felt humiliated and targeted Queen Fafia, she felt it was unnecessary for a few to target Diane.

“That’s right. Wherever you appear, that’s your stage. Look at everyone’s eyes. It’s a banquet to welcome Queen Fafya, but all eyes are on you.”

Bridget tilted her head slightly and looked around; all eyes were on Diane.

"After all, I represent a vague fantasy. What if I happen to obtain the Holy Blood?"

Diane didn't look around, but she could feel the burning gazes of the crowd, and she felt them very clearly, stemming from a longing for spirituality.

"Fortunately, everyone knows that Your Majesty only likes great beauties, so they won't be so presumptuous as to come up here."

You have to be wary of both external thieves and internal thieves. Bridget is actually very generous, but also very stingy.

"It's not that I like beautiful women, it's just that I happen to like beautiful women, like you in front of me."

Diane argued that he wasn't just after looks; he also liked the current head maid, and sometimes even refused to let her revert to her original form after they slept together.

"Yes, yes, yes, now our Queen is anxious, her eyes are always on you!"

Bridget danced with a relaxed and carefree tone, for it was she, not Queen Fafnir, who was dancing with Diane.

"Which queen, my queen, isn't it natural for you to look at me? Are you saying I should respond to your gaze, Director?"

Diane deliberately answered incorrectly and tried to ingratiate herself with Bridget. Bridget was so sluggish that she almost let Diane step on her foot.

"No need, she's just laughing at another woman. Sure enough, my husband loves me more."

The mature woman spoke with a smug air, and Diane's words were as sweet as honey; the mature woman was not afraid of high sugar content.

"Of course, if I don't love you, who else can I love? You know I'm a very sentimental person, so I have to keep my wife happy."

Diane was happy as long as he pleased the mature woman. He hadn't planned to have much contact with Queen Fafia today, even if she took the initiative to be friendly.

"So that won't stop you from starting to seduce new women, right? When do you plan to have a chat with our Queen?"

Bridget was in a great mood and asked Diane what her next plan was. The queen, who had been appeased, didn't mind offering a little help.

Or perhaps the original queen wasn't a jealous woman at all; she simply felt a special connection with Queen Fafya, a special feeling of being a rival.

"Let's take her to visit the palace tomorrow. It's impossible to get her into bed today; it won't happen that quickly. Meeting her and getting to know her is enough!"

Diane also had her own plans, even though Queen Fafya kept disrupting them today, showing an unexpected closeness to Diane.

"Logically speaking, the allure of holy blood shouldn't be that great, after all, she is the queen of a country! And the queen of a powerful country at that."

Diane was puzzled. Queen Fafya was probably at the top of the material world, and it seemed that she did not need to demand the spirituality of the Holy Blood to gamble on a sliver of possibility. She did not need her descendants to change her fate.

Diane had considered this beforehand; otherwise, she wouldn't have concluded that Queen Fafya would be reserved.

"Do you see her attraction? How could that be possible without divine blessing? But with divine blessing, doesn't it make a lot more sense that she's looking for you?"

Bridget clearly felt the power of the gods. In terms of beauty, Queen Fafnir and Queen Tudor were on the same level, with no difference in their looks. However, their attractiveness was completely different. From Bridget's perspective as a third person, Queen Fafnir was more attractive.

What should you do if you discover that your romantic rival is more attractive than you?
That would mean the other party used despicable means or had ulterior motives.

"Indeed, it makes perfect sense that God's command is close to me." The goddess of love? The goddess who conspired to obstruct Queen Greta's path to godhood, and the object of Diane's revenge.

"It seems so. How about we test the waters tomorrow?"

Bridget, through the Queen's perspective, felt that this was indeed the case; otherwise, how could the other woman be more charming than herself?

Instead of wasting your own time, put pressure on others.

"Okay, just give me and her some space. Of course, I'll bring Margaret with me. I'm not that stupid!"

Diane still values ​​her life quite a bit. If the opponent's target isn't his seed but his person, she's not afraid to fight to the death.

"It's good that you have this thought, my dear. I saw Lady Isabella and Lady Eve. Do you want to go find them?"

As the music ended, Bridget displayed her magnanimity, suggesting that Diane's time should be shared with her lover.

Upon reaching the edge of the dance floor, Bridget escorted Diane to Eve and Isabella before turning to leave.

"Would Your Majesty like to invite us to dance?"

Mrs. Eve is ready to try out the snake tail leg transformation, just like last time, to let Diane experience the beauty of her figure.

"No, I just wanted to chat with you guys."

Diane unceremoniously sat on Mrs. Eve's snake tail. Mrs. Eve's tail wrapped around him, and the cool, scaly touch made his scalp tingle, but because it was Mrs. Eve's tail, Diane did not feel any danger.

This scene had a different meaning in the eyes of others, and it was somewhat like an official announcement. After the Queen, Lando's last pride still fell into Diane's hands.

Men are envious, women are jealous. Although this is to be expected and everyone had anticipated it, the official announcement still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Just imagine how Diane, with her tiny frame, could conquer this giant snake. No one could have imagined it, but the facts seemed to be right in front of everyone.

Do you want me to give you some space?

Touching her stomach, Isabella decided to back down. Greed is no virtue. She stood up and prepared to leave, intending to find another place to eat.

"There's nothing I can do at the banquet. I'm really just here to chat. You never agree to come to the palace when I invite you. And when I want to see you, there are so many eyes watching me."

Diane took Isabella's hand and pulled her to her other side.

"Garden, balcony, what can't you do it to? But it's really embarrassing that you were caught; you're too thin-skinned."

Isabella knew Diane quite well. Considering the possible scenarios, she sat down next to Diane. Her son was nowhere to be seen, but if they were just chatting, it would be fine to stay next to Diane.

"I prefer milder flavors. If I were found out, I'd probably go weak. A small room is more suitable for me."

Diane thought about the scene of being caught and quickly shook his head. Maybe others would think it was nothing, but he felt like he would be killed.

"Me too, I'd be so embarrassed if someone found out."

The beautiful snake pulled Diane into her arms, her broad embrace like a human chair. She took the initiative and even asked Diane to do things for her.

"Me too. It seems there's a reason we became family."

Stroking Diane's hand, Isabella liked Diane's understated style. If Diane were like those nobles who indulged in both meat and vegetables, she felt that she would never have fallen in love with Diane.

"Hmm, has anything unusual happened recently?"

He took Isabella's hand and brought it to her lower abdomen, gently rubbing it. The onlookers in the distance stared wide-eyed.

The discussion was in an uproar, even more explosive than Diane seducing Mrs. Eve, proving that Diane really didn't use any contraception with her lovers, and further demonstrating Diane's strong fertility.

Of course, Diane couldn't hear it, but feeling everyone's gaze, she chose to rub it again.

"I'm an angel, not a mortal. Pregnancy is nothing to me. Take your hand away, people are laughing at me!"

Feeling the envious gazes of the nobles, Isabella remained calm and composed. She felt it was only natural to be envied and did not feel ashamed. Therefore, even while holding Diane's hand, she did not forcibly remove it.

"I wonder how many people want this joke; even Queen Fafya is here!"

Diane felt it was alright for him to show concern for his pregnant mistress. He and Bridget guessed that Queen Fafya had come because of the gods, which didn't stop them from flattering Isabella at this moment, and Isabella's ears turned slightly red.

"Then why don't you go and accompany Her Majesty the Queen who has come from afar, and instead come here to us? Won't the Queen feel that you are disrespecting her, even though you have the right to do so?"

Lady Eve's entanglement tightened, and the moving scales felt constricted.

"I don't like joining in the fun. There are so many nobles around. What would I do there? What would I talk about? I'd rather stay with you all."

Diane glanced at Queen Fafya in the crowd, but she was almost invisible due to the crowd blocking her view.

"That's just like you, Your Majesty! Her Majesty the Queen must be furious right now!"

Lady Eve touched Diane's ear while observing Queen Tatiana standing nearby.

"She's used to it and enjoys these social engagements, and I have her permission, Mrs. Eve. What do you think?"

One hand rubbed Isabella's belly, the other touched her smooth, cool scales.

"I……"

"Her Majesty the Queen is coming!"

Mrs. Eve had been mentally preparing herself for several days and was ready to accept it, but Isabella's words interrupted her.

"Your Highness, would it be convenient for us to talk in a private place? Of course, you may bring a female companion."

The purple-clad queen extended the invitation, her smiling demeanor a stark contrast to the Tudor queen's cold and beautiful appearance.

"it is good!"

After saying the second sentence, it seemed that it wasn't a gift of cannons, and Diane was a little disappointed.

"We just received news that the Moon Goddess and the God of Life have made a move against the Church of Breeze!"

Stepping onto the balcony, a gentle evening breeze blew by. Leading the beautiful snake and Queen Fafya outside, Queen Fafya spoke casually.

"what!"

(End of this chapter)