Do you all know the future?

Chapter 130 Loyalty
Looking at the burning body of Moria, Loran felt a pang of regret. Why wasn't it him who succeeded in killing her and letting her avenge the grudges from her past life?

But he was soon drawn to Queen Fafia, who held a greatsword engulfed in flames firmly in her hand and stared at him with emotionless eyes, seemingly harboring murderous intent.

"Queen Catherine, thank you for your rescue!"

For a moment, Loran didn't know what to say. Diane had fallen, so what was Queen Fafya's stance?

"Hmm... never mind, even though it wasn't to save you, you've already survived, so I won't kill you."

Queen Fafya glanced at the still conscious Loran, sheathed her sword, and quickly ran towards Diane.

"..."

Loran breathed a sigh of relief when he sensed the other party's killing intent dissipate. He couldn't understand why Queen Fafya would have such murderous intent towards him.

"Your Highness!"

Holding Diane in her arms, Queen Fafya used a healing spell, and Loran relaxed a little. Queen Fafya had come to save Diane.

He wasn't there to kill Diane. He couldn't even handle a half-finished angel like Moria. Now that the real angel has appeared, Loran is basically powerless to resist. He can only hope that his mother and Her Majesty the Queen will arrive.

"In view of your merit in protecting His Highness with your life, I will spare your life. From now on, you must conceal your name and return to Fafya with me and His Highness."

Queen Favya, who was treating Diane, gave Loran a command, and Loran was shocked.

He wasn't surprised that Queen Favya wanted to take Diane to Favya; he already had the answer in his heart. Given the opportunity, he would have made the same choice.

Queen Favour's attitude towards Diane was far too respectful; Queen Favour hadn't even slept with Diane yet.

"If you're unwilling, then I'll have no choice but to send you to your death, hiding you as a victim of cult revenge!"

When Queen Fafia saw that Loran did not answer, she raised her head and her eyes became colder.

"Willing, willing..."

As Diane once said, "Where there's life, there's hope." In this situation, how could he say he was unwilling?
"It's all for Your Highness's own good. I don't want Your Highness to resent me when you find out about this in the future. If you can agree, that would be best."

Queen Fafya put down her healing spell and breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Loran would be stubborn; she couldn't kill him, but she couldn't let him go either.

She didn't want to knock Loran unconscious and take him away, as that would make it harder to hide their tracks. The best way was for Loran to submit.

"..."

Queen Fafnir still thinks about Diane? Who does she think she is? Diane's lover or her wife?

“It’s not safe to transport from the Spirit Realm. Let’s go to the port now and return to Fafya.”

Queen Fafia decided to bring Diane to her country and protect her properly.

"Um……"

Diane woke up feeling warm and comfortable all over, nestled in a soft embrace, and then found herself in Queen Fafya's arms.

"What am I?"

Diane looked up at her surroundings, at the disheveled Loran, and at the raging fire. Diane's mind was still reeling from the blood she had just coughed up.

“I have killed the cultists. Your Highness, you are saved. Come with me to Fafia.”

Queen Fafya hugged Diane tightly, holding her close in her arms, and lifted her up in a princess carry.

"Wait, going to Favria is no problem, but how are Margaret and the others? What's the situation at the palace and the cathedral?"

After a brief period of fainting, Diane lost track of time and couldn't tell what time it was.

"The dogs are fighting and there's no winner yet. If there were, how would I be able to rescue Your Highness and bring you back to Fafia? Your Highness doesn't need to worry about those women. From now on, we will protect your safety."

Queen Fafya glanced in the direction of the palace and the cathedral, her face full of disgust and disdain.

"You guys, fine, Holy Blood is really a hot commodity. Don't hurt Loran, it has nothing to do with him."

Diane's mouth was filled with the taste of blood, a bittersweet mix. Like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, there was nothing more to say about her falling into Queen Fafia's hands. She probably had all expected this long ago, making her the fisherman.

"Don't worry, we're all doing this for you. Loran just proved his loyalty to you with his life, although we don't know why he was so loyal."

Queen Fafya glanced at Loran, who was drinking a healing potion.

"He is the son of my mistress. It's fine if you want my holy blood, just let him go."

Diane obediently cooperated, glancing at Loran again. Diane tried her best to gain benefits, and although she was worried about the head maid and the others, she knew that she couldn't help them now.

“There’s no way I can let him go. He can only be taken back to Fafia with you, or he’ll die. I can’t let anyone find out that I took you away.”

Queen Fafnir did not answer Diane's question directly, but instead brought up the reasons why Lorraine could not be released.

"Okay, can I wait until I know the outcome of the God War?"

Diane breathed a sigh of relief that Lorraine's life had been saved. She wanted to ask for more, at least to know that the head maid had comforted her.

"No, their fight to the death is meaningless. Whether they win or lose, the result is the same. I need to move you away as soon as possible."

Queen Fafia refused decisively, gesturing for Loran to stand up; they were leaving.

"Never mind, it means a lot to me, but it really doesn't mean anything to you."

Feeling much better, with the aches and weakness lessened, Diane couldn't persuade Queen Fafia, so she didn't try to, to avoid any unpleasantness between them. In this situation, it was good that she hadn't used herself to blackmail the head maid, and Diane didn't want to think about it too much.

“What use are they to Your Highness? Their loyalty is unreliable. I am the one who is truly good to Your Highness. Those people are only after Your Highness’s future and your holy blood. Only I am not!”

Queen Fafia hurried toward the port, keeping her distance from the palace and cathedral where the battle had broken out, eager to get Diane away as soon as possible, her tone filled with loyalty.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Is this woman crazy? What nonsense is she spouting? Are we that close?
Diana felt a sense of doubt. From the warm embrace and the tone of her voice, Diana could tell that she wasn't joking.

"Your Highness, you will understand. You only need to know that the hearts of others are not pure; only we yearn for you to ascend to the divine throne and restore your glory!"

Queen Fafya's face was filled with piety as she looked at Diane, but her gaze towards Diane in her arms was no longer one of scrutiny and inquiry, but rather one of reverence.

"I don't understand, are you trying to brainwash me right now?"

As the surrounding scenery receded, Diane felt better and better. Queen Fafia's healing magic, along with the healing ability of the Holy Blood itself, made him feel like a game character, his injuries healing with just a breath.

Diane readily accepted the idea of ​​being brainwashed and took it all in stride. However, to think that Diane would become Queen Fafia based on just a few words was a bit of wishful thinking.

"How could we control your thoughts? We just want you to see the true colors of others. No one is trustworthy. Only we are the only people you can wholeheartedly believe in."

Queen Fafya quickly denied it. She looked at Loran, who was following her, wanting to explain to Diane, but she was also worried about Loran being there.

"That's because you think it's not true. I've always trusted my head maid. You're the ones who seem untrustworthy."

Diane could already see the harbor. Queen Favya was very fast; she hadn't chosen to fly, not wanting to attract attention, otherwise Diane would have seen it even faster. "I'll explain in a moment, please bear with me for now!"

Queen Fafya, carrying Diane, led Loran to a secret boat.

"Have we arrived? Put me down, I feel like I've recovered."

Once aboard the ship, without needing to rush, Diane tried to break free from Queen Fafya's embrace, and Queen Fafya did not deliberately stop her, releasing Diane.

She led Diane and Lorraine to a room. As soon as they entered, Diane sensed the magic-suppressing spell, and her spirituality was also suppressed.

"Duke Stuart, please rest here."

Queen Fafya locked Loran in the room and then led Diane away to another room.

Don't you want us locked up together?

Diane still had some questions for Loran. Was separating the two of them now to prevent them from colluding to escape?
"No, how can we be so distant from you? As long as you understand our intentions, you will come with us on your own initiative, and we will be yours."

Queen Fafya, full of confidence, led Diane towards the best room.

"That's probably difficult."

Diane was starting to wonder if he was about to be brainwashed, given how confident Queen Fafya was.

Upon arriving at the best room, Queen Fafya set aside her regal dignity and pulled Diane to sit down. At the same time, she brought Diane a basin of water and used a towel to wipe the dirt off Diane's face.

"I can just do it myself!"

Diane wanted to do it herself; she wasn't used to a strange woman being so close. Although the transmigrator claimed she was his woman, Diane really didn't know her.

"Your Highness, there are some stains you can't reach. Let me do it. Didn't Your Highness just want to know why we are the most trustworthy people for you? Hurry up and tidy up so we can tell Your Highness."

Diane's outstretched hand could not budge Queen Favya in the slightest, so he gave up and let Queen Favya touch his face.

"Speak, I'm listening!"

Queen Favya poured water, and Diane, now itching to get her way, was successfully aroused by Queen Favya.

Still worried about the head maid and Isabella, Diane is now eager to learn about Queen Fafia's secrets, hoping to help the head maid and Isabella.

"Your Highness, please extend your hand!"

Queen Favya sat down opposite Diane, who obediently extended one hand. Queen Favya took both of her hands in hers, the warmth of her palms making Diane feel slightly uncomfortable.

"you……"

Queen Favour wasn't unattractive, nor were her hands unsmooth, but Diane wasn't in the mood for flirting with Queen Favour at the moment.

He suddenly wondered if he could change Queen Fafya's attitude by sleeping with her and using her holy blood, but then he realized that sleeping with her once wouldn't be enough to change her mind.

Diane's eyes sparkled as she thought about this and that, when suddenly a ball of fire ignited from Queen Fafya's palm and enveloped Diane's hand.

The flames weren't hot to the touch; instead, they had a just-warm feel that made Diane feel very comfortable. They even drew out Diane's spirituality, which then turned the flames into a bright reddish-gold color.

"Your Highness, how are you feeling?"

Diane felt Queen Favya's hands trembling, and her face showed an expression of uncontrollable excitement.

"It feels very comfortable, what's wrong?"

What a strange ball of fire! It doesn't burn people at all; in fact, it feels quite comfortable. Diane even wanted to use it to burn her whole body.

"Don't you remember anything? Logically speaking, this should be..."

Queen Fafya frowned, her whole being caught in a dilemma, her purple eyes filled with deep confusion.

Are you sure you're not mistaken?

Seeing her incredulous look, Diane whispered a reminder: "You spoke so confidently, and now you've been proven wrong."

"Impossible, absolutely no mistake, this tremor, and the flames, there's no mistake. It must be that your cultivation level is still too low, you can't retrieve your memories. Yes, that's it..."

As Queen Fafya frantically tried to replenish Diane's strength, her gaze gradually hardening as she looked at the ball of golden flame in her hand.

"So what's going on? Please stop with the riddles."

Diane stared speechlessly at Queen Favya, who was talking to herself. He had basically no gaps in his memory before and after his transmigration, so what memories could he possibly have retrieved?
Hearing Diane's complaint, Queen Favya paused, her expression slowly turning serious as if deep in thought. Her red lips parted, and she solemnly uttered:
"Your Highness, you are the reincarnation of a god."

"?"

"You are the reincarnation of the sun god, the source of the world, the future king of kings, and the lord of all gods!"

"Oh!"

Aren't you surprised?

Queen Favreau was stunned by Diane's indifferent expression.

"I'm so surprised..."

Diane didn't know how to express her surprise, so she widened her eyes and raised her eyebrows.

“I’m telling the truth. When combined with the sacred fire, it produces a brilliant golden light. This is proof of the reincarnation of the Sun God. And the thrill I feel when I face you is something only a believer of the Sun God can experience.”

Queen Fafnir thought Diane didn't believe her, so she quickly explained.

"I didn't say you were fake. So that's how it is. It turns out the rumor that Queen Greta was the reincarnation of the sun god is true!"

The other party is correct; it's just that the target might have been mistaken, and the wrong person was identified, hence the lack of memory.

"Impossible. Queen Greta is dead. She couldn't be the sun goddess. We believers didn't feel the fall of a deity."

Diane was now certain that it was her head maid, since she had obtained her spirituality from the head maid.

"So are you sure it's me?"

Diane found it somewhat amusing; he came from another world, after all.

"This feeling of reverence for God is unmistakable. You are the great Sun God. Once you regain your memories, you will understand everything."

Queen Fafnir grasped Diane's hand tightly.

"If a god awakens their memories, will they still be the same person they were before?"

Diane suddenly felt a little scared; the head maid had turned into the sun god, into a stranger.

"You will be reborn depending on the circumstances. If you perish, only your memories, laws, and true spirit will remain. If you choose to be reborn, you will retain your personality. Your Highness, do not worry that His Majesty will replace you; rather, you will become His Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)