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Chapter 150 Cupid's Love is Selfish

The lightning was brighter than the magic lamp, followed by a deafening rumble of thunder. Diane seemed startled by the thunder and looked at the head maid with surprise and confusion.

"What are you talking about? Isn't she your suitor? How is she involved with God?"

Diane didn't understand, but he didn't doubt the head maid's judgment; he was merely puzzled.

"I thought it would be like this, but today I found it's different; it's not as enthusiastic anymore."

"Based on this judgment?"

That's too frivolous. Besides, I'm not Queen Greta. I'm just claiming to be Queen Greta's child. So what if the other party is a little cold towards me?

"You haven't seen the real her, you don't understand. Just like how I love you now, can you feel my love for you?"

The head maid placed the hand she was holding on her heart, and Diane could feel her heartbeat and the doting love she felt.

"Of course! It's sweet and comforting!"

Of course, one can sense the head maid's passionate and sweet heart, but it's hard to tell whether it's more romantic love or familial affection.

"I'm not a slow-witted person. I could feel her love for me before, but now I can't feel it anymore!"

The head maid's heterochromatic eyes were both gentle and indifferent; gentle towards Diane, and indifferent towards Fiona.

"You were all pretending, how could you feel her love? She didn't even recognize you!"

Diane was speechless. At present, this female knight did not annoy him, but he could not say that he liked her much either.

Diane is a logical person, although she knows that love is illogical because she herself has done illogical things.

"So, Master doesn't trust me?"

The head maid felt Diane's unruly hand and asked with a smile, knowing the answer.

"I believe there's no need for Ishtar to stay any longer. I suggest we start killing them directly."

Diane spoke firmly, having no good feelings towards the nobles of Ishtar anyway. The common people were a rabble, and the nobles were a bunch of scheming bastards. Why not have a cataclysmic war?

"No rush, it's not the right time yet. Aren't they trying to set us up? I'd like to give them a big one too."

Seeing Diane's resolute expression, the head maid knew that Diane trusted her unconditionally, rather than because Diane herself believed in her.

“I won’t tell you anything without evidence, Master. She’s revealed too much yesterday and today.”

She wouldn't tell Diane things that weren't in Diane's best interest, because Diane's acting skills weren't top-notch and would backfire.

However, there's no need to hide it today. There's no need to conceal her strength anymore. She can handle any mess that Diane has caused in the material world.

"What's missing? Has this person been replaced?"

Diane whispered. Having experienced the many events of a god's reincarnation and descent, and having been tricked by Tatiana's clone tactic, Diane was not surprised by any situation.

"It shouldn't be a person being replaced, but rather a combination like Tatiana and Lotina. She is an incarnation of a god, but initially she didn't know her divine identity; she was simply influenced by the god's power."

The head maid shared her guess, and Diane immediately understood from this example that Cupid's alter ego resided within Fiona's body.

"Is that so? What's the basis for that?"

Since the head maid said she had an explanation, Diane wanted to hear it.

"I only had suspicions at first, but since she actually asked us to go to the treasure vault, I'm pretty sure she's up to no good."

The head maid, feeling the warmth of Diane's hand, gave a soft snort, as if mocking her clumsiness.

Is there a problem with the treasure vault?

Diane was very puzzled. He couldn't find anything wrong with it, and even thought that Fiona was right and that the plan seemed to be fine.

"She probably really thinks I'm dead, so she's talking nonsense to you. The treasure vault hasn't changed my design; it's just that there are no artifacts in the vault at all. I went to check it yesterday."

The head maid lowered her eyes slightly and let out a disdainful sneer. The other party's lie was clumsy; one only needed to verify it to know the truth.

"No divine artifacts? Where did all the divine artifacts go?"

Diane felt he had suffered a huge loss, losing nearly 100 million yuan, and was heartbroken, as these were all his treasures.

"I guess the false king used it to appease the gods. He's about to die, so he's making this kind of struggle."

The head maid said calmly, having already accepted the reality of the lost artifact. She didn't seem to care much about the artifact; it was just an aid, strength was the fundamental thing.

"That's outrageous! Selling out ancestral property! But aren't there a few big items that can't be moved?"

Diane, recalling what Fiona had just said, still held a sliver of hope, especially regarding the core of the barrier.

"So she's lying to you. Her words are contradictory. One minute she says that forcibly breaking in will teleport the artifact away, and the next minute she says that the artifact can't be moved. In reality, there is no artifact in Ishtar that can't be moved."

The head maid reached out and patted Diane's head. She was furious that Fiona and the goddess of love behind her had been fooled like fools.

"So that's where it was! Her mistake was so basic, even though I didn't notice it!"

Diane somewhat agreed with what the head maid said; the head maid was intelligent, and it was he who hadn't noticed such details.

"No, that's very clever. Do you know how many artifacts Ishtar has?"

The head maid praised her, her tone tinged with amazement, marveling at how well the other had done.

"I don't know, you never told me. Are you going to introduce me to a divine artifact?"

Diane couldn't understand, and suddenly the topic changed. She looked up at the head maid, hoping to get an answer from her carefree smile.

"So, how many of the Tudor artifacts do you know?"

Instead of answering, the head maid asked again. Diane fell into deep thought, trying to recall what she knew about the Tudor artifacts.

"I don't know, I didn't ask for details!"

Diane slowly shook her head. She really didn't know that if she hadn't paid attention, and her confusion only grew.

“Ishtar has eight or nine artifacts, while Tudor has one or two.”

"That big of a difference?"

"That's right, that's why there's such a big difference. Most of the artifacts are mine personally, such as the Shield of Radiance and the Holy Lance Valencienne. Most royal families only have one or two artifacts. Artifacts are objects of the gods, not for human use."

The head maid gave Diane a hint, and Diane nodded thoughtfully, but still couldn't connect the clues. She waited expectantly for the head maid to explain. "Master, she is testing your knowledge of divine artifacts, but it's clear you don't know what divine artifacts are all about."

"Contradictions and even saying the wrong thing are all meant to make you aware of them and ask questions, making it easier for your master to set a trap for you."

The head maid laughed out loud, her teasing gaze fixed on Diane.

"Unfortunately, the master didn't care at all. She thought you were too cunning. A bad woman sees everyone as a bad person."

The head maid, seeing Diane's still bewildered expression, organized her thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain the other person's faults in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

“You treated her like a con artist, and she just tried to trick you into believing you really understood the artifact by using false information. You knew nothing, so she simply left.”

The head maid briefly translated what Diane and Fiona had just said, and Diane suddenly understood.

"No wonder she seemed to know so much about the treasure vault; it felt like she was also eyeing it!"

Diane suddenly realized that she could now sense Fiona's strangeness by drawing the target with an arrow.

“That’s right, she and the false king are not on the same side. She should be a pawn that the goddess of love covets the artifact of Ishtar. But they will soon become on the same side.”

The head maid remained nonchalant, showing no fear of their alliance, her expression unchanged.

"Why did they suddenly join forces? Is it because of us?"

“That’s right. Fiona just set a trap. Even though she knows nothing about the vault, she wants us to fight there. If we really go to the vault to assassinate the false king, we will be met with a trap and an ambush.”

The head maid paused, then continued her deductive reasoning:
"So she should be going to the false king to discuss how to deal with us, how to set a trap. Whether it's a god or a false king, they all have a common basis for dealing with us!"

"What a beast! I thought I could find a helper, but instead I found a venomous snake that bites me!"

Diane felt that everyone in Istaya was a villain, except for the loyal Lady Terry, who was completely untainted by the filth.

"Yes, don't easily trust others. Not everyone is a good person. Even if someone once admired me or was extremely loyal to me, I still made that mistake!"

The head maid's gaze was cold. It was he who suggested that Diane contact Fiona, so if anyone should reflect on their actions, it should be her.

"Who would have thought this? Everyone expected her to reject me, to feel that I had tarnished your reputation. But who would have thought that she was a god? And how did you discover that she was a god?"

Diane offered a word of comfort, saying that she felt the head maid was fine, and that neither Mrs. Terry nor anyone else had considered it.

"She was too fanatical when I was queen, and too heartless when I fell. I can't think of any other god besides the goddess of love who could do such a thing."

The head maid kissed Diane's cheek, revealing a loving smile. Love is so beautiful, but being cute is not.

"Is she heartless? She goes to the restaurant you go to, and then she goes to the scenic spot you're looking at. Does that make her heartless?"

Diane looked at the head maid's heterochromatic eyes with suspicion. Was the head maid's demand too high? Diane felt like she had become a heartless man because Fiona was too devoted.

"Why not? Everything is relative. Just compare her before and now, and you'll see that she's not a normal person now. You don't need to compare her to her."

The head maid understood what Diane was thinking just by looking at his expression, and patted his head to comfort him.

“I was wondering why she liked me so much before. I suspected it was Cupid’s doing, but I didn’t find anything. It seems that she likes me from the bottom of her heart.”

"Her fervor has vanished today, as if a spell has been lifted and she has returned to her natural state."

The head maid explained to Diane, but found it difficult to understand, so she began to give examples.

"In her original fanatical state, she would challenge the gods for me. She would bury herself in the spirit realm to become a demigod, a god, and a supreme god, making all the gods pay the price. If you fall, I will do the same, and if I fall, you will do the same."

The head maid's words sounded like a vow, or a promise; she believed that Diane's choice was the same as hers.

"But you rejected her confession."

Looking at it this way, it's not hard to understand; this love has already been abandoned.

"Love isn't like that. Think about it, would I leave you one day because you've had another woman? Or would I leave you one day just because you say you don't love me anymore?"

The head maid's eyes were bright, but Diane did not answer. Instead, she tightened her arms around the head maid's waist, completely trapping the head maid's soft and voluptuous body in her embrace.

"I think I can understand a little bit now."

I can empathize with her. If love reaches this level, it should be unwavering until death. How can a mere rejection stop her?

"She loves me now, but she loves me too rationally. If it were the old her, if she heard that there were restaurants I hadn't taken her to, she would beg me to take her there and eat everything on the menu."

The head maid spoke of Fiona as she remembered her, recalling her wild and reckless nature vividly.

"So I believe her attitude towards you will be love, love that extends to everything connected to you, because you reflect my own image. To pursue that image, even if it means being shattered to pieces, it would be my way of repaying her for my loyalty, allowing her to have me as her husband."

The head maid gave an apologetic look, because she had previously told Diane that she had no relationship with Fiona and that she would not have any feelings for her. This was an exaggeration; at the very least, she hoped that Fiona would submit to Diane.

"But now, she seems to be facing an ex-wife, and her attitude towards you, master, is like that of an ex-wife's son. There is some hatred, and she even wants to frame you."

The head maid's face showed anger, as if she had kindly served a delicious meal, and the other party was so unhappy that they wanted to smash the plate.

"I understand, someone must be controlling her, is it Cupid?"

At this point, Diane understood; there are no such things as coincidences, only those who are observant.

“That’s right, it’s Him. I’m sure of His relationship with Fiona. Just like Lottina would definitely worship the Storm Goddess, for Fiona, the instruction she received was that she must fall in love with me, which is why she’s acting like a madwoman.”

The head maid deduced that while many people in Istia admired and loved Queen Greta, few were as mad as Fiona.

"When she became an angel and began to realize her true nature, her love became rational. She still loved me, so she searched for my traces, but it was already mortal love. Her deceiving you represents the rationality of her love."

The head maid sighed. The loyal follower had become an undercover agent and had eventually become the enemy. Fortunately, she had no love for the other party, and any pity she had for him vanished as his target became Diane.

"My love is irrational!"

Diane hugged the head maid tightly, not wanting to see her sad, otherwise she would also feel heartbroken.

"Of course, all of the above are just speculations. In reality, the other party used spiritual power to shield themselves from the rain and leave, which made me sense that the other party's laws contained the divine power of the God of Love. I will never forget that the God of Love tried to use this divine power to bewitch me and express his love to me."

The head maid smiled, her smile gentle and warm, yet as cold as frost.

“She is not a believer in the god of love either, because the god of love does not allow believers to fall in love with me. The god of love is very selfish, a bit like you. Even if you are just a decorative object, you will not want to let go.”

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(End of this chapter)