Do you all know the future?

Chapter 127 Unseemly

The palace was still brightly lit and bustling with activity, and Queen Fafia was surrounded by many people, with Tatiana by her side.

Diane was not present at the banquet, but no one cared, because many others were also absent. Diane and Mrs. Eve had disappeared together, and it was something that couldn't be thought about too much, as thinking about it would lead to restrictions.

In reality, Diane was on a balcony in the palace, and there were indeed two women beside him. Unfortunately, unlike what the nobles had imagined, both of them were fully clothed.

The two people stood on either side of Diane, who leaned against the balcony railing and looked towards the church with a worried expression on her face.

"Honey, everything will be alright."

Bridget took Diane's hand as if to offer her support, knowing that Diane was worried about the head maid.

“Ms. Margarita knows about the conspiracy, so there shouldn’t be any problem, after all, she has made thorough preparations.”

Isabella pressed down on Diane's other hand, which was gripping the balcony. Now, she had no choice but to believe.

All of Diane's worries were meaningless to the head maid, as he was unable to help her at this moment.

"It feels like I've been sped up. Shouldn't I be facing enemies of the same level as my cultivation level? How come I'm already facing this situation right after leaving the beginner village?"

Diane was talking nonsense. This situation was something he was supposed to encounter years later, but it had come early today.

Even with her saintly spirituality, Diane felt powerless in the face of this situation, which offered no opportunity for growth.

"Having Ms. Margarita is perfect for this time. After all, Ms. Margarita is full of confidence, so you can just wait for news."

Isabella deeply understood the head maid's strength, probably because the head maid had saved her life. She greatly admired the head maid's ability to snatch laws from the Moon Goddess.

This reminded her of her idol, Queen Greta, who was so powerful in the face of other people and gods, as if she saw the shadow of her idol in the head maid.

"I know, but I'm just troubled by my powerlessness. Just a few years, really just a few years, and I won't be so powerless anymore. I'll be able to stand on my own as predicted, instead of just watching from the sidelines like I am now!"

Diane envied the version of herself that Uti described: steady and reliable, relying almost entirely on her own strength to fight her way through the entire material world.

The period of dormancy is over. Although I have enjoyed excellent treatment, I have also been subjected to immense malice, immense malice from the gods.

“That’s what Ms. Margaret would have liked. I think she might have preferred you to be safe in the rear rather than risking your life on the front lines. She loves you very much.”

Isabella touched her belly with her free hand, feeling the life growing inside her. She was a mother after all, and although her methods of raising children differed from Margaret's, she could understand the same thoughts of being a mother.

They all hoped their children would suffer less, but she felt that suffering was inevitable. A mother can't help her child forever, so what she did was to help her child mature and become independent as quickly as possible, which made her the strict mother in Loran's eyes.

The head maid had a different attitude. Her idea was to ensure that the child would never suffer under her protection. Therefore, since Diane was unable to enter the battlefield, treating her better was what Margarita hoped for.

“That’s right. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. The situation you’re facing is more difficult than your mother’s. Even if you are more outstanding than your mother, it will still take time to reach her level. You’ve already worked hard enough.”

Bridget offered similar words of comfort, saying that she didn't understand the head maid's thoughts, but she knew Diane's desire to help the head maid.

However, Diane's not causing trouble for the head maid is already a help. If Diane went to the battlefield, the head maid might have to take care of her.

"I know, we were exposed too quickly. How did we manage to slip up against the Lord of Truth?"

Diane sighed. They were lying low, but suddenly they were exposed. Before they could even start planting, the enemy attacked, and not just any peasant unit, but a hero unit.

“In that case, the responsibility should lie with me. If I hadn’t planned for you to go on a treasure hunt at sea, you wouldn’t have encountered the True Lord, and your identity wouldn’t have been exposed. If you have someone to blame, blame me.”

Bridget squeezed Diane's hand, turning Diane's complaints about Diane to herself.

"Forget it, it's pointless. It's still not easy for me to enter the Spirit Realm right now. There are too many people watching me. I hope that after this is over, I can see that the training room for the simulated Spirit Realm can be built!"

Diane turned her hand over and grasped Bridget's hand. This kind of thing would never end if she kept going on about it, so it was better to look to the future. Bridget didn't take her complaints out on Diane, which actually made Diane stop complaining.

"It's definitely possible. I'll personally teach you how to use magic to replicate Queen Greta's miracle and make you a legend."

Bridget promised that the simulated spirit realm training room was something that had never been created before, and no one had ever tried it before. After all, there was no blockage in the spirit realm, and it was very convenient for humans to go in and out. Who would have thought that someone would be targeted by the gods at the same time?

Being under the constant watchful eyes of the gods, going to the spirit realm would attract their attention, forcing them to resort to such power-intensive devices.

"If you want to teach, I'll do it. I'm your mentor. Speaking of which, you really know how to cause trouble for your teacher. The mess you've made now is something even your teacher can't clean up."

Isabella looked up at the bright moon in the sky, a full moon that far surpassed the dazzling magical lights. She vaguely sensed that something was amiss, but the warmth of Diane's hand made her stop thinking about it.

"I don't know either. At first, I was saying I wanted to latch onto your coattails, but now please rest assured and take good care of your pregnancy. This is my first baby, so please take good care of it."

Thinking of the world Loran described, he should still be battling Loran, being pursued by Loran until Diane and Isabella have feelings that go beyond teacher and student.

“Yes, don’t compete for this kind of job. His Majesty is also lacking a bloodline heir and is eagerly awaiting one. Dean Isabella should rest more for the sake of the children.”

Bridget envied Isabella's belly, knowing that it would slowly grow bigger, allowing the seed planted by Diane to blossom and bear fruit. She wanted it too, as the Tudors were still missing an heir to Diane's bloodline.

"My body is fine. I'm not a mortal. As long as the movements aren't too strenuous, I'll be fine."

Isabella whispered, indicating she wasn't going to give up, while Diane's expression changed from worry to silence.

“Cultivation isn’t like that. What are you arguing about? Maybe you’ll be so eager to cultivate that you won’t even want to do that kind of thing!”

Diane was cultivating, not planting seeds. Although he agreed that Isabella should rest and focus on her pregnancy and not think about so many things, he was doing so because he was tired, not because he was thinking about those kinds of things.

"Impossible, darling. Don't you know who you are? How could that be?"

"Besides, we'd love to if you didn't do it; it would be such a waste not to use the Holy Blood."

Bridget turned her head away; it would be unfair not to get Isabella pregnant if she hadn't.

"You're making me sound like some kind of lustful monster. Honestly, I think I've already..."

Noticing the change in light, Diane stopped explaining. He looked up at the sky, where the moon, like a lunar eclipse, slowly turned from bright to red at its edges.

The red part gradually turned red from the edge, like a lunar eclipse, until the entire moon turned red and enveloped the Tudor capital. A sense of oppressive pressure, a chilling atmosphere, weighed down on everyone.

"Blood Moon, the Moon Goddess has made her move, and the battle is probably already underway." Seeing the changing moon, Bridget speculated about the situation, while Diane took a few steps back to avoid being in the area reflected by the blood moon.

"Is the Moon Goddess about to descend and regain the face she lost last time? She doesn't seem to be convinced. I also find it hard to imagine how Lady Margarita managed to defeat the Moon Goddess, tear apart her laws, and ultimately save me."

The shock of altering the celestial phenomena is truly unimaginable. The head maid, who usually dotes on Diane, showering her with care and attention, and trying to cripple her, could have such a terrifying yet glorious achievement, even if it might be a divine intervention.

"Rely on wisdom. The Moon Goddess was in a hurry back then, but now she is probably fully prepared. It won't be so easy to take her down again this time."

The only consolation is that even when the Moon Goddess comes to the material world, she can only wield the power of a demigod, and cannot exceed the output of a demigod.

“It’s all about human effort. I believe in Ms. Margaret. The last time was a good example. Nobody believed I could come back without praying to God, but I still came back in the end.”

Isabella was much more confident than Diane. Diane was worried because she favored the head maid, while Isabella was not worried because she trusted the miracles created by the head maid.

"Wait, what's that?"

A surge of tension rose within Diane as he heard Bridget's call. Following the sound, he saw a colossal tree slowly growing, its size increasing with the changing moonlight, eventually surpassing even the tallest building in Tudor, the Breeze Cathedral.

When the moon turned completely into a blood moon, the giant trees also stopped growing. At this moment, the trees were so huge that you could feel them protecting the blood moon.

"The God of Life has also descended. They intend to expand part of their divine domain here. They are really serious."

Isabella covered her mouth. The Moon Goddess was a vampire goddess, and she and her husband Isabella knew her very well. The Tree of Life was the symbol of the God of Life, just as the Blood Moon was the symbol of the Moon Goddess.

The trees in the courtyard seemed to sense the arrival of the god of life, swaying and rustling as if blown by a strong wind.

"One against two, even if a god descended upon Ms. Margaret, it would be difficult to handle."

Bridget was filled with worry. She had seen this scene in her mind before, but when it was actually in front of her, she couldn't help but feel frightened.

"Wait, this power of law... the God of Life isn't in the church, He's come here!"

Bridget sensed something and her expression changed drastically. Before she could finish speaking, a towering figure appeared above Diane.

"Hand over the Holy Blood, or you'll all die!"

A deep, sacred male voice echoed throughout every corner of the royal city, and all the nobles who were enjoying a joyous banquet were thrown into a panic, realizing that a god had descended.

"Where has Prince An gone?"

"This is the god of life!"

"The gods have descended; the moon goddess and the god of life have come to take revenge."

"Prince An..."

Diane, standing on the balcony, stared wide-eyed. The god of life and his men were stealing her home.

"Xiao An, run! They're coming for you!"

Isabella's expression changed drastically. The speed was too fast; before she could react, the God of Life was already standing above the palace.

"You can't escape, look around..."

Bridget is the Queen's alter ego, and the entire palace is under her control. She sensed the vines covering the entire outer wall of the palace; the vines of the God of Life had formed a monopolistic high wall.

"Holy Blood, come forth, or the entire royal palace will be buried with you!"

The god of life spoke fiercely, and the plants in the courtyard began to mutate, binding people one by one. Whether nobles or servants, they all looked listless after being bound, as if their life force had been drained away.

"You take the teacher to hide; she's carrying my child!"

Diane realized that the other party's target was him, thinking that they wanted to absorb him and make him their subordinate, which would allow them to negotiate and buy time. He didn't know that the God of Life had come with the intention of killing him.

"Dear, you..."

Bridget, who wanted to object, was pushed by Diane and bumped into Isabella. When Isabella tried to grab Diane, Diane had already jumped off the balcony.

"What do you want with me here!"

She jumped onto a vine, which immediately bound Diane tightly like a python, but the real snake had not yet harmed her.

The fake, snake-like vines constricted him, causing him excruciating pain. Diane was suddenly lifted up and brought before the god of life.

"A wise choice. I thought you were going to have the people of the palace buried with you. I didn't expect you to actually dare to come out?"

The God of Life scrutinized Diane, growing angrier with each glance. The thought that this man had almost slept in his wife's bed intensified the force of the vines, causing Diane's face to flush red.

"Do you want me to submit? It's not that we can't talk, but there's no need to make such a big scene to scare people."

"Who wants you to submit? I'm here to kill you. If you don't come out, I'll destroy the palace along with it."

The handsome face of the God of Life wore a cruel smile. Diane's early arrival did indeed save many lives.

"Then why did you call me out? You could have just taken action."

Diane rolled her eyes, thinking that the God of Life was just trying to intimidate her, or at most, drag her back to their divine realm.

"To properly thank you for rejecting my wife, I can give you a dignified death sentence!"

The god of life's gaze was cold; his words of thanks carried no real meaning.
"I know I was wrong. I should have agreed to the Moon Goddess's request. I shouldn't have refused her blessing. The Moon Goddess is beautiful and sexy. It's my honor to be her lover. It's my... ah..."

Diane's sincere apology only made the bindings tighter.

"Shut up, you pig, you deserve to die, you deserve to die..."

The God of Life, with a ferocious expression and utterly undignified demeanor, was brought to his senses by Diane's words.

(End of this chapter)