Do you all know the future?

Chapter 154 Excuse me

Normally, Diane would mock the nobles, ridicule their foolishness, and their betrayal of the head maid. These men would weep and repent for their past betrayal of Queen Greta, only to be mercilessly killed by Diane.

But the truth is, in order to avoid situations like séances, the head maid kills people very quickly, without giving them a chance to call for help or listen to their confessions.

Diane would not appear in front of people, since she was considered a weakness and, unless she had a serious illness, it was best for her not to appear on the battlefield.

"Is Your Highness worried about Lady Margaret? Don't worry, given Lady Margaret's abilities, dealing with those nobles will be no problem."

Mrs. Terry noticed that Diane's gaze was fixed on the doorway and spoke up to comfort her.

"No, I'm worried about Mrs. Eve."

Diane shook her head. Margaret had no rivals in the material world, so there was nothing to worry about. If she couldn't win against the laws of space, she could always run away. On the contrary, Mrs. Eve's task was a bit more demanding.

The mission is to lure the demigods of the gods into destroying the royal palace of Ishtar, thus eliminating all traces of the crime.

"Are you worried that she won't play the role well? It's alright. Lady Eve is very capable. It's easy for her to lure demigods to attack the palace. After all, she has the advantage of information gap. Moreover, Lady Eve is also a demigod. It's very difficult for a demigod to kill another demigod, unless it's a demigod like Lady Margaret."

Lady Terry said with envy, "She became an angel with the help of Diane and the others. She doesn't know when she will be able to master her own laws if she wants to become a demigod, let alone be able to match Margaret."

"But she has only just broken through, so I'm still worried about her getting hurt. No matter how good the plan is, there will always be changes."

Diane worriedly remarked that the surrounding environment wasn't a place where one could stop thinking about these things.

In the dimly lit basement, with its quiet surroundings and no one to bother her, Diane could only let her mind wander, sometimes thinking about the head maid, sometimes about Mrs. Eve.

"Injuries are inevitable, as long as they aren't fatal, Your Highness needn't be too distressed. Every strong person has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; they won't..."

"Alright, stop talking. Do you have a timer? Let's see how much time has passed?"

Diane was also afraid of jinxing someone, so she quickly interrupted the other person.

"Not long, maybe half an hour. This place is really amazing. I didn't even know there was such a secret room."

As the former deputy commander of the guard, Lady Terry scanned the secret room. There was nothing special about it, but it was quiet and isolated enough. Outside, there was probably a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There was not a sound here. She had no idea that such a place was hidden in the palace. She only found out when the head maid brought her here.

"Why is time passing so slowly? Don't you know that a secret room is quite normal? Only members of the royal family know about this place."

The head maid probably worried that he would be lonely in this environment, so she had Lady Terry keep him company so that he would have someone to talk to and relieve his loneliness.

"So who exactly is Miss Margaret? I haven't found a corresponding person among the ladies who follow Her Majesty the Queen."

Fiona's words had piqued Lady Terry's curiosity. She was certainly not as fervent as Fiona and didn't know how many followers the Queen had.

Even Fiona didn't know, and the head maid knew about such a secret room, so the head maid was clearly not an outsider recruited from outside.

Lady Terry was now filled with curiosity, wanting to know the head maid's true identity and the origin of this powerful demigod.

“I don’t know. The first person I saw when I came into this world was Margaret, and I’ve called her Margaret ever since I met her.”

Diane vaguely said that he wasn't lying and was telling the truth: it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide the head maid's identity, and more and more people were investigating.

"It seems Her Majesty the Queen is hiding many things from us; who knows how many more secrets she has concealed!"

Lady Terry didn't get any useful information, only feeling that Queen Greta was unfathomable and had no idea how many tricks she had up her sleeve.

“I really didn’t know that. She never thought she would fail to ascend to godhood, and she didn’t tell me many things.”

Diane echoed, Queen Greta had indeed never imagined that she would fail to ascend to godhood, after all, her life had always been a series of lucky breaks.

"Your Highness is also pitiful. Your identity has been kept secret all this time, and after it was revealed, Her Majesty the Queen was no longer alive."

Mrs. Terry gently pulled Diane into her arms. She was wearing a sexy suit of armor today, and although the armor plates covered very little area, she was still worried that it might bother Diane.

“I’m not pitiful at all. My spirituality has already given me so much, and I’m loved by many people because of my identity. What do I have to be pitiful about?”

Compared to the masses in this world, and even compared to her previous life, Diane felt only comfort. In her past life, she never had the chance to be groped around in the arms of a tanned older sister.

"Your Highness, do you want it?"

Sensing Diane's fidgeting hand, Lady Terry glanced at the door and generously reached into the shadows of the armor's connection.

"No, Margaret can come back at any time."

A dimly lit environment can make people feel dependent and close. Diane was just bored and wanted to get closer to Mrs. Terry.

"Is Your Highness worried about Qiao Ao?"

When Mrs. Terry saw that Diane had stopped moving, she looked somewhat disappointed and hugged Diane much less tightly.

"Qiao is? Oh, your husband. Why should I care about him? Does he have the power to stop me?"

Diane pressed down on the muscular, wheat-colored thigh that wasn't covered by armor, feeling slightly puzzled and confused.

"...I was overthinking it, Your Highness, and I've troubled you!"

Lady Terry's expression changed slightly. She had thought that Diane disliked him because he had a husband, unlike Isabella who was a widow. Now it seemed that she was really worried that the head maid might come back at any time.

"So what are you thinking? How did you come to think of Qiao Ao?"

Diane pressed for details, wondering why her husband had suddenly come up in the conversation; it felt rather exciting.

"What if Qiao Ao also attends this ceremony and comes to bother us?"

Mrs. Terry had to rack her brains to come up with a new excuse. Diane listened to it and it seemed to make some sense, but she also felt that it didn't.

"He probably can't appear openly at the ceremony, after all, he still carries the identity of a traitor."

Diane said it was impossible, and Mrs. Terry's pretty face turned even redder. Unfortunately, the candlelight was dim, and Diane couldn't see very clearly as she looked up.

"So it can only be said that it's just a possibility, and not appearing at the ceremony doesn't mean they're not hiding in the palace. What if they happen to come looking for them?"

Mrs. Terry tried desperately to justify herself and cover up her recent self-pity, as it would only invite ridicule if spoken aloud.

"That's so exciting... I mean, you can finally get your revenge!"

A surge of heat shot down her spine, and Diane blurted out, then realized how wicked she had been. She immediately thought of her husband's previous infidelity, and now it was her turn to make excuses.

“That’s right. I’ve become an angel-level powerhouse, and I’m not afraid of him. It’s just that in that situation, it’s not easy to protect Your Highness.”

Mrs. Terry clearly hadn't considered Diane's idea, but she wasn't exactly innocent either. She pinched Diane's waist, hinting, "That makes sense, but I don't do that kind of thing. Margaret and Eve are fighting tooth and nail outside, and instead of praying for them, I'm here having fun. Do you think I'm that much of a beast?"

Diane wasn't so carefree. Although the head maid said that this time it wouldn't be too difficult and that Diane would just have to wait a little while, she was still aware of the situation.

"Of course not. His Highness can distinguish between what is important and what is urgent. Besides, even if Joao were in the palace, he wouldn't be able to find us here. I was just worrying too much."

Whether in her diary or in real life, Diane was not the kind of unrestrained madwoman, and Mrs. Terry was quite at ease with her.

"No, the palace could indeed be a hiding place for Joao, since he has resumed serving the false king. Perhaps Margaret will take the opportunity to kill him this time."

Diane thought it was possible. If so, she forgot to remind the head maid to spare Joao's life and let Lady Terry take revenge herself.

"Then consider him unlucky. He and these traitorous and useless nobles will use their blood to give Ishtar a new life."

Based on her observations of the nobles she had met and the contents of her diary, Lady Terri was very disappointed with the nobles of Ishtar.

“Margaret said it was very bloody, so it must be as you said, the current Ishtar…”

Some things are like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away. Getting revenge is incredibly satisfying, but once you've gotten revenge, it becomes rather dull.

Diane even missed Isabella and Tatiana. This was his nominal hometown, but not his real home, and he felt no sense of belonging here.

"Your Highness, everything will be alright. I will become Your Highness's most loyal subject and help you rule Ishtar."

Lady Terry failed to grasp Diane's meaning, assuming that Diane felt Diane lacked experience in governing Istaya and was therefore offering her allegiance to express her loyalty.

"Then I'll have to rely on you a lot. I don't have much experience in governing the country right now, and so many nobles have died."

Diane's hand slid over the female knight's exposed skin. The magical world was wonderful; the less you wore, the higher your defense.

"It's not that difficult. Once the problem of the cultists is solved, it will be easy for Ishtar to become prosperous, given its geographical location and resources."

Lady Terry encouraged Diane, saying that one of the major factors that enabled Ishtar to become a great power was its good location, serving as a bridge between East and West. The Abyss was also a resource point in a sense, with richer resources and lower danger than the Spirit Realm.

"I have no doubt about that, and thank you for your support. Without you, I might have been reluctant to come to Ishtar for a long time."

Diane certainly believed that Istya would improve because he trusted the head maid's abilities. The head maid had done a good job before, but she hadn't put in enough effort in terms of publicity.

"I am satisfied with this, that Ishtar did not succumb to suffering and was liberated sooner."

Mrs. Terry was overjoyed; wasn't this exactly what she wanted to change after getting the diary?
Let Diane arrive in Ishtar ahead of time, so that Ishtar can end its suffering from demonic ravages sooner.

Aren't you glad you met me sooner?

Diane pinched and scratched her chubby leg. Mrs. Terry was also a target; sooner or later, she would turn her into a cream puff.

"Of course I'm glad. My love for Your Highness and my love for my country are aligned. It's my honor to be liked by Your Highness. Your Highness, do you like my legs?"

The female knight brought her legs together, trapping Diane's hand between them. Diane's fair hand stood out against her wheat-colored skin.

"It's very juicy, I quite like it."

Diane wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, she twisted her hand and tried to scratch the female knight, only to be completely subdued.

"Then touch it properly, don't make it ticklish. It's not like I won't let you touch it, so don't scratch like that."

The female knight clamped her hand tightly around Diane's, preventing him from moving an inch. Diane had been teasing the edge of her inner thigh, making Lady Terry extremely itchy.

"I know, I know."

Diane tried to pull her hand away but couldn't, so she could only bow her head and admit her mistake. Only then did the female knight release her leg and let Diane move her hand.

Is it really that sensitive?

Diane squeezed it again. The muscle didn't feel hard; instead, it was quite soft and felt good to the touch, and it wasn't rough at all.

"You're not sensitive enough? Let me touch you then!"

The female knight's face was flushed, unable to tell whether it was shyness in her heart or shyness in her body.

"Then touch it!"

Diane never intended to force a kiss on herself. The spirited and unrestrained Mrs. Terry was now filled with this emotion and decisively spread her legs.

"I don't believe you're not itchy..."

The female knight reached out, intending to tease Diane in the same way Diane had teased her, but unfortunately Diane wasn't showing her thighs. Diane was wearing a formal dress today, and no matter how she touched her through the clothes, Diane didn't show any expression.

"See? I told you it wasn't that sensitive!"

Diane wanted to say that all the other women were fine, so why was she the only one who was sensitive? And if she was sensitive, why did she show it? But her instincts in love told her that saying that would make the female knight angry.

"I don't believe it. It must be because of your clothes that I..."

The female knight was about to make her move, and Diane tried to cover her pants, but she was no match for the female knight's brute force and was forcibly held down.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, and the head maid, dressed impeccably in her maid outfit and showing no signs of battle, entered the room.

"Master, I apologize for disturbing you. I will report the battle situation to you later and assist you in changing your clothes and being crowned."

The scene froze for a moment. The head maid, however, showed no expression and entertained herself while waiting. Diane felt that her crime was heinous, but the head maid felt nothing was wrong. On the contrary, this was a sign that Diane trusted her.

As for why she didn't join, it was because the head maid didn't want Diane to smell the blood on her. The head maid was very careful about maintaining a perfect image in front of Diane, after all, she was still Diane's goddess.

"boom!"

The door was quickly closed, and the two people who had been frozen in place seemed to have been turned on, each taking two steps back.

“Margaret, you’ve misunderstood!”

Diane pulled up her pants and walked out, adjusting them as she went.

The female knight knelt down helplessly, covering her face with her hands. Her hands seemed to still retain warmth, telling her that what had just happened was not a nightmare, but something that had actually occurred.

"It's okay, we've already kissed, it's okay..."

(End of this chapter)