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Chapter 147 The head maid says there is no relationship

The hotel room was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window. The magic lamp on the bedside table was dimmed to its lowest setting, and the soft yellow light barely outlined the room's shape, with two figures overlapping.

The heavy curtains blocked the view outside, and the air was filled with the faint smell of wooden furniture and laundry.

Diane rested her head on the head maid's arm, turning her head to look at the silhouette of the woman beside her. In the dim light, her profile was soft and delicate, long, alluring, and sacredly seductive.

"Master, aren't you going to ask about my relationship with Marquis Fiona?"

Noticing Diane's gaze, the satisfied deity looked upon her with loving kindness, and after some exercise, her mind and spirit were relaxed.

"If you don't want me to know, it means knowing will be harmful to me. If you want me to know, then let me know now."

Smelling the fragrance emanating from the beauty, Diane said indifferently, "The head maid wouldn't harm me; she has her reasons."

"I didn't know how to tell my master, and it didn't matter. I didn't mean to hide it from him."

Her voice carried a hint of languor as she pulled Diane closer, feeling Diane's warm breath.

“When I was still the Queen, she was my captain of the guard. She was very loyal, and I never imagined that she would be so emotionally invested in me, beyond her duties.”

She paused briefly, as if organizing her thoughts.

"That was her unrequited love, Master, a feeling I never accepted."

Although she had just made amends with utmost tenderness, there was still a sense of pressure, fearing that Diane might have some ulterior motives. Diane was completely possessive of her, and she was selflessly loyal to Diane.

"Yes, I understand. My Margaret loves only me."

Diane didn't speak, but listened quietly. He could feel that the head maid beside him seemed to relax a little, as if she had unloaded some kind of burden that had always been there.

“Master, you’ve heard from Lady Terry that Fiona is straightforward and stubborn. The way she looked at me today was different from how she looks at others. I guess she felt a sense of familiarity with me, but I didn’t mean it that way at all.”

The head maid spoke in a flat tone, as if she were recounting an old story that had little to do with her.

"At first, I thought it was just her admiration for the Queen, but over time it became something else entirely. She would do many things beyond what was expected of her, such as remembering what temperature of black tea I liked to drink, respectfully asking me about the war in the Abyss, and standing guard outside the door while I was reviewing documents late into the night instead of resting. These are not things that a captain of the guard should do."

She was facing away from Diane, her heterochromatic eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the dim light.

“Once, she gave me a white rose that she had cultivated herself, saying that it was the one in the entire capital that best suited me. I did not accept it and warned her not to do such things again. At the time, I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but I did not think about it in detail.”

The head maid's voice lowered, sensing that Diane was testing her conscience, weighing her options carefully, but she had a clear conscience.

“She didn’t say anything at the time, she just silently put the flowers away, but from then on, she started to imitate me like crazy, including my outfits. I never thought she would have such disgusting thoughts.”

The head maid remained silent, simply watching Diane as if awaiting his judgment. Diane could smell the faint scent emanating from her breath.

"My Margaret is just too outstanding, how come all the women are trying to steal her away from me?"

Diane nuzzled her head closer, stroking the head maid's flawless white arm, not really caring about such things, and even feeling a little like laughing.

"Your Margaret, no one can take her away from me."

The tickling made Greta move slightly, but instead of flinching, she smiled.

"Maybe I did something that made her misunderstand. For example, a few times I took her to my favorite casual restaurants, which is the restaurant we went to today."

The head maid's voice was low, with a hint of self-mockery, as if she had trapped herself in her own web.

"A restaurant in a working-class neighborhood? That doesn't sound like the kind of place you'd go."

Diane was slightly puzzled. If the head maid was more understanding of the people's plight, she wouldn't have ended up needing his help.

"The boss's mother was my former kitchen maid. The food suited my taste. It was a way to recapture my childhood memories. She would keep a close eye on me when I came back from the abyss. I thought highly of her and felt that she worked hard, so I took her with me."

As the head maid spoke, her gaze shifted from Diane's face, as if recalling the meals she ate as a child and the things she had done wrong.

"I never thought that my kindness and reward would be seen as encouragement and tacit approval by another person. I was too oblivious. Now that I think about it, was I a little too selfish back then, only thinking about my own convenience?"

The head maid's voice was even lower than before, carrying a hint of barely perceptible annoyance, as she wanted to fully repent before Diane.

"Don't think about those messy things. It's not your fault that she likes you. How can such a perfect queen not be liked?"

Diane didn't give her much time to think. He leaned forward slightly, closing the final distance between them.

His forehead gently touched the head maid's forehead, their noses almost touching, an action that proved his affection for her.

"Did you take Mrs. Terry to the restaurant as well?"

He could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from her hair, and the head maid was covered in sweat.

"Mrs. Terry? How could that be? I'm not that close to her. We're just boss and subordinate. Aside from business, we barely talk in private. She doesn't keep an eye on me all the time. Why would I bring her along?"

The head maid paused slightly, and the two separated a little. In the dim light, Diane could see her eyebrows furrow slightly.

"That's strange. Did she discover it herself? This lady seems to be much more interesting than we thought."

Diane chuckled softly, and because they were so close, the vibration of her chest as she spoke was transmitted to the head maid.

"It seems that this lady is not as simple as she appears on the surface; there must be something she is hiding from us."

Greta shook her head, her hair brushing against Diane's cheek, causing a slight tickle. Her tone was firm.

She always disguised herself when she went to restaurants, otherwise this small restaurant would have been packed with aristocrats who flocked to it.

“We don’t tell her everything, but her loyalty has been proven.”

Diane thought of Mrs. Terry's actions, risking her life to deliver messages to them, which showed that she was a patriot.

"She is loyal to this country, or rather, to the ideal country in her heart. What we are doing now just happens to be in line with her ideal, which is why she is helping us."

The head maid tightened her arms, pulling Diane closer into her embrace; she trusted no one.

"However, compared to when I was still on the throne, all those ministers and nobles below me, who all shouted about loyalty but ultimately betrayed me, she's actually quite good." The head maid's tone was calm, without anger or resentment, a simple assessment. Now, she sees these people as ants, ready to be crushed at any moment.

"Right now, I only care about one thing: whether we're on the same boat. That's enough. Master, you should work hard to infuse her with holy blood as soon as possible."

Getting on her ship offers a chance of survival; refusing to get on will only lead to death for those unwilling to board.

"It's not so easy to inject holy blood. I feel like something's missing. Going straight ahead is too hasty. I should ask Her Majesty the Queen to teach me how to tie people to the same boat."

Diane's voice was tinged with laughter, her warm breath brushing against the head maid's lips, and one of his hands had already reached down restlessly.

"Hilarious!"

The head maid's flushed face scolded her, saying that she had just been active and Diane was still teasing her.

Have you considered a plan to reclaim the kingdom?

Diane didn't make any further moves, but simply held her quietly, their bodies pressed tightly together.

The head maid held Diane in silence for a few seconds. She didn't answer immediately, but instead adjusted her position slightly, making herself a cushion, and turned Diane over.

"Taking it down wouldn't be difficult. With my abilities, overthrowing that false king would be as easy as crushing an insect. But what's the use of just taking it down?"

The head maid spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness from Diane's caresses, but her tone remained unusually calm.

"Our purpose in coming here is not simply to vent our anger and punish the false king, but actually to expand your power and acquire more loyal lovers."

The publicly announced purpose differed slightly from the purpose they discussed in private. While Mrs. Eve and Mrs. Terry claimed it was to seize the artifact, their real aim was to find a powerful and beautiful woman for Diane, using her blood to guarantee her loyalty.

"Sift through the information we received today, eliminate anything related to God, and then focus on those powerful and beautiful women who have no connection with God."

The preliminary research is so important because it's for controlling more beautiful women. The danger to the gods is imminent, and they can't wait for Diane to improve her strength.

The control of holy blood is weaker than that of gods. Holy blood spontaneously forms faith, while gods directly inject their own laws into the laws to control the vital points of believers. Therefore, Diane and others do not consider figures who are connected with gods.

Lady Eve was an exception, because the followers of the God of Prophecy were scattered across various countries and were hostile to each other, without forming an organization, thus she was considered a neutral figure.

"That's basically gone. Perhaps the impact of the demons breaking out of the abyss on these nobles was too great. The noble ladies I thought could be your lovers have now all pledged allegiance to God."

The head maid sighed. The most perfect person in Istia was naturally her, and she had already been given to Diane. The remaining people who were barely acceptable all had unclear relationships with the gods.

"There's no one to rescue, and preparing an army will take some time. Let's go to Fafia to see the followers of the Sun God first."

Upon hearing that there were no women to seduce, Diane smacked her lips, abandoning any thought of staying in Ishtar, and even her feigned enthusiasm vanished.

Let's postpone the priority of restoring the kingdom and first address the issue of insufficient strong individuals around Diane, otherwise the head maid won't feel comfortable leaving.

"Fafia? She comes and goes quite often."

Greta's voice was calm. She released Diane and sat up, the sheet slipping off her smooth shoulders, revealing large areas of skin.

"Anyway, there aren't any strong opponents left to conquer in Ishtar."

Diane rolled to the side, looking at the curves of the beauty in the dim light, feeling somewhat restless, especially when the beauty bent over to fetch water, her delicate and voluptuous movements revealing her long and shapely bare legs.

"There is one more person."

The head maid paid no attention to Diane's gaze, reaching out to tuck a strand of long hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear as she bent over, exuding the elegant and graceful charm of a beautiful woman.

"Who?"

Diane asked curiously, "I'm currently completely in the dark. Didn't the head maid just say that there's no strong person in Ishtar who could become his lover?"

"Didn't you already meet today? Although she did put on some disguise!"

The head maid reached out and lifted Diane's back, bringing the water glass to her lips.

"You mentioned Fiona today?"

Diane almost spat out the water she had just drunk. Wasn't that the head maid's fervent suitor?

"It was her. My demise among the powerful was no secret. Fiona was stubborn and single-minded. She only had me in her heart and only hatred for those gods."

The head maid spoke at a steady pace, as if describing the function of a product, but her fingers were unconsciously twisted together, clearly indicating that she was quite conflicted.

"She won't refuse anything I ask her to do. Handing her over to you and getting her to switch allegiance to someone else won't be difficult."

The head maid looked very distressed, but Diane didn't see it because she was holding Diane.

"Moreover, because of her position, we can better protect the artifacts and prevent them from leaking out. We can also make some plans to ensure that we can better overthrow the current monarchy of Ishtar."

The head maid added that Fiona was very important, looking down directly into Diane's eyes, her gaze no longer hesitant, but filled with complete honesty.

"She can accept me? If she knew I defiled you, she'd probably want to kill me!"

There are many advantages, so Diane, who was originally going to give up, felt that it was not unacceptable. However, he faced many difficulties in winning over Fiona, and he could imagine Fiona's despair when she saw him whispering sweet nothings to the head maid.

"Don't even think about using seduction. I don't agree. I'd rather not have this woman than have you two engage in lesbian relations."

Diane can accept the fragrance of lilies during group sex, but that's because of her blooming. She doesn't want any wild lilies that leave her to bloom alone.

"What are you thinking? She doesn't even deserve to seduce me. It's already an honor for her to be my sister. Master, you're overthinking it."

The head maid smiled faintly, quite satisfied with Diane's possessiveness.

"Just like Dean Isabella, don't reveal my identity for now. Use my son's identity to win her over, make her fall in love with you, and make her unable to live without you!"

The head maid's plan encouraged Diane.

"Can it be done?"

Diane was skeptical; could the other party really offer herself as a meal replacement?
(End of this chapter)