Do you all know the future?

Chapter 155 Destiny
The head maid looked at her with suspicion and skepticism. Only after Diane said that he couldn't possibly put aside his worries about the head maid to do such a thing did the head maid become convinced.

Then he gave Mrs. Terry an indescribable look, as if to say, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it." Mrs. Terry was even more embarrassed.

Seeing the sunlight again lifted Diane's spirits, and the dark basement was bathed in light.

"The Tudor navy will arrive soon and will take control of key areas of Ishtar, preventing chaos in the city and the cultists from wreaking havoc. Lady Thalie, please assume the position of commander of the guard and take control of the guard..."

The head maid gave orders with practiced ease, and this sense of control made Lady Terry feel a sense of familiarity, like that of Queen Greta.

"As ordered!"

Lady Terry regained her composure, accepted the order, and left, while Diane and the head maid proceeded to the throne.

"Is Mrs. Eve alright?"

Diane touched the head maid inappropriately to make sure she wasn't injured before asking about Mrs. Eve, who had attracted her attention.

"No, it's going smoothly. We're maintaining order in the throne room and have gathered some minor nobles to prepare for the master's coronation ceremony."

The head maid led the way, guiding Diane forward. The further Diane walked, the more she saw the ruined palace, with broken bricks scattered haphazardly.

"Are all the great nobles dead?"

Although there was a faint smell of blood in the air, the surrounding area was very clean, and there were hardly any corpses to be seen.

“They’re all dead! Those nobles confirmed to have connections with the gods, leave no one alive!”

The head maid spoke in a gentle tone, and anyone who didn't know better would think she was talking about something trivial. Of course, it was a trivial matter to her.

"Since Ishtar is already in such a bad state, it doesn't matter if it gets any worse."

The head maid spoke coldly; she truly had no feelings for Ishtar, her heart broken beyond repair.

“I even think we shouldn’t have occupied Ishtar at all, but should have gone back to Tudor. After all, the revenge has been taken, and there’s nothing here worth staying for.”

The head maid pondered seriously. Ishtar's faith was of some use to her now, but not much. Ishtar didn't have any demigods worth subduing, so there wasn't much value in keeping her.

"Okay, let's do it that way then. Forget about being a king, let's go!"

Diane didn't hesitate and agreed. Istaya wasn't really his hometown, and if his hometown were in this situation, Diane would feel embarrassed to leave.

Istaya?

They brought it upon themselves; there's no need to worry about it.

"What's wrong? Don't you feel it's appropriate again?"

Diane noticed that the head maid's movements hadn't stopped, and asked with a hint of doubt.

"That's true. Master still quite likes Lady Terry. If she just leaves, it won't be good for Master to get Lady Terry."

The head maid regretted it, not because she felt any pity or reluctance towards her motherland, but simply because she felt it was affecting Diane's pursuit of women.

"Indeed, Lady Terry is quite good, even though she doesn't have the strength of a demigod."

Diane shared the same thought: Ishtar wasn't important; Lady Terry was currently quite loyal, so it was best to maintain her loyalty.

The tanned, spirited female knight is, in a sense, a stunning beauty. While Ishtar doesn't provide much of a boost, she doesn't hold anyone back either.

"It will happen sooner or later, but by then you might have the strength of a demigod."

The head maid had a high opinion of Lady Terry. When she was queen, Lady Terry shared the same views as the nobles and there was nothing particularly special about her. But now that she was the only loyal one among the high-ranking nobles of Ishtar, her feelings changed. God always has some privileges for the righteous.

"Sigh, demigod, can I really become a demigod like this?"

Despite possessing the strongest spirituality, Diane didn't experience much joy in leveling up. He didn't even have time to cultivate before one thing after another came up.

It completely lacks the exhilarating feeling of a protagonist facing whatever enemy comes along, but it doesn't seem particularly hopeless either, because the head maid is just right to handle things.

Diane sometimes thought that perhaps the head maid was the real protagonist, and she was like a younger sister who needed to be saved, giving her the motivation to act. Thinking about it that way made a lot more sense.

"I believe in you, Master. But even if you can't become a demigod yourself, I still have the ability to help you achieve it. After all, you will be my master for life."

The head maid encouraged Diane, her tone full of confidence. The more her strength recovered, the more confident she was in being able to help Diane.

"I never imagined the butterfly effect would be so strong. According to the memories of the transmigrator, I should have had the strength myself before I started to conquer the entire material world."

Diane said helplessly that in the descriptions of transmigrators, head maids were rarely seen, only serving as background characters, but now they have become the main characters.

"Does Master feel disappointed because I stole your thunder?"

Looking at Diane's expression, the head maid seemed to understand something and took the initiative to ask Diane a question in a low voice.

If that's the case, she'll need to be mindful of Diane's feelings; even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, she'll have to be on guard.

“I’m not that petty. I don’t care about the limelight. The main thing is that I feel like I’m not participating and not being able to exert my spiritual power, even though I have such a powerful spiritual power.”

Diane didn't particularly like being in the limelight; she just felt a sense of urgency. Without comparing herself to the time traveler and the future diary, Diane wouldn't have felt this way, after all, she was a self-aware person.

Just like this time, he understood very well that villains die from talking too much, so he didn't go to see the head maid's revenge or mock those nobles who had sided with the gods.

With these prophecies as a comparison, Diane felt like she was too much of a mere accessory, even though there was nothing wrong with being a mere accessory.

"I feel that this spirituality, when in my hands, doesn't have that overwhelming feeling of suppressing everything. What a waste of such a great talent."

Without the spirituality of the Holy Blood, Diane could have been completely oblivious. But he possessed this talent, which caused him much unnecessary trouble. Diane's worldview was this: if you don't have talent, be honest and don't force yourself to cultivate, lest you cause a lot of trouble, because you truly lack talent and can't change your fate.

But since she has talent, Diane doesn't want to waste it. So she shouldn't play the game of wanting to be an ordinary person. That would be irresponsible to her family and herself.

He's currently in a position of having talent, and Diane wants her talent to help the head maid, so she's wondering if she's been too arrogant.

"How could it not work? You were the one who led the contact with Fiona. Without you, Master, you definitely couldn't have drawn out so many demigods. Master often tells me to do what you are capable of. We must be realistic. It's not that Master doesn't want to work hard; Master has already done enough."

The head maid grasped Diane's hand and placed it against her chest. Her heterochromatic eyes strengthened Diane's resolve. She didn't want to see her master, who was also her divine child, lost. In her eyes, Diane had already tried her best.

"If you can do everything that the master can do, that's enough. The words of the transmigrator prove that whether it's the current master or the future master, they all do things based on their own strength, and that's how they succeed."

The head maid praised Diane, saying that she hadn't done anything reckless or deliberately caused her trouble. Diane's actions were planned, but the crises came too suddenly, disrupting the plans each time.

"That's true. Pursuing things beyond one's capabilities is unrealistic. It's just amazing how powerful the butterfly effect can be!"

Diane's remarks were just a sudden reflection; he understood his own limitations and had no intention of proving himself to be great.

"The changes are indeed significant. According to the information from the transmigrator, the master did not come to Ishtar to take revenge on the false king or reclaim Ishtar. Rather, it was because I became a demigod in Fafia that the master wanted to lure the gods into making a move so that I could gather the power to ascend to godhood. And this time I did indeed obtain the power to ascend to godhood. In the end, the purpose was the same."

The head maid shared her speculation, based on a combination of information from the future diary and all the information gathered by the time traveler.

"The power to ascend to godhood? Margaret, don't try to comfort me."

Diane waved his hand. The head maid was too considerate, finding such an angle to make him feel at ease. However, he was not the kind of person who would listen to flattery. One is one, and two is two. There was no need to prove it in various ways. One is not inferior to two. These were just excuses for not admitting defeat.

"I can ascend to godhood at any time now. No, I am already a god. I have reached the required rank, but I am still lacking in power. They told me last time that if I seize a portion of the power of the main god's laws, I can reach the level of a lesser god. This time, I have just made up for my lack."

The head maid said in a serious tone. Diane recalled that the head maid had indeed mentioned this matter after dealing with the Moon Goddess last time. She didn't expect it to be accomplished so quickly.

"The trajectory of fate seems to be the same in some ways, but this time I may not be able to accompany you to the Spirit Realm."

Diane felt a little reluctant, but she knew that time was of the essence. The stronger the head maid was, the better it would be for Diane and the others. If they cried and begged the head maid not to leave now, would they just wait to die when the gods attacked later?

Don't be foolish. Having ability and talent but wanting a so-called peaceful life, only to realize the need to work hard and regret it when things get really bad—Diane thinks this is a particularly serious flaw.

"I won't leave so soon. I need to at least subdue the Sun God's organization first, otherwise I won't feel at ease leaving you."

Seeing Diane's reluctance to part, the elegant head maid could no longer maintain her composed smile. She held Diane's hand tightly, as if she wasn't leaving immediately.

"I was moved by the scene before me, which is also why I just felt that my strength was insufficient and that I couldn't accompany you to the Spirit Realm."

Diane shook his head. He was the head maid's weakness and the enemy's weak point. Naturally, he would not go to the Spirit Realm to create a weakness for the head maid.

The head maid went to the Spirit Realm to kill and quickly advance to the level of a main god. It's impossible for her to stay in the God Realm to protect him all day; that would be putting the cart before the horse.

"A brief separation is for a long-term companionship. I am very confident in becoming a supreme god. Master, you can enjoy yourself in the material world. I will take care of everything for you."

Although she knew Diane wouldn't listen to her, the head maid still secretly hoped that Diane could happily play with women every day, and that she could bring him victory.

"This gigolo is so delicious! I'll thank my divine mother for thinking of me like this."

At this point, and also to put the head maid's mind at ease, Diane gratefully raised her other hand, which wasn't being held, and pinched the head maid's cheek.

She calls her "Mom" but her eyes are full of affection. Who wouldn't like or love such a doting head maid?

"If you like to eat, that's fine. Do you see anyone you like in the newspaper? I'll get them all for you before I leave the material world, because I'm your goddess."

The head maid smiled indulgently. She thought it was quite nice this way. As the transmigrator had said, she was reluctant to let Diane go on adventures with her.

The Spirit Realm is not safe. It is the territory of the gods. Even with the same spirituality, Diane's expression may differ from mine, and the gods will understand her, making her an easy target. The material world is safer.

"There's no need for that. After all, my Margaret is about to send me gods as slaves, especially the moon goddess and the goddess of love. Even if I don't kill them, I'll make them into firearms."

Diane's favorite person was naturally the head maid, and their love had almost ended. Only the resentment in her heart was still accumulating, as was the god who had attacked her.

"By the way, don't deliberately spare their lives. Kill them if they should. You've heard my stories before. Many things happen because the protagonist inexplicably holds back, allowing the enemy to make a comeback."

Diane felt uneasy after speaking, fearing that the head maid might have deliberately spared the gods' lives for his sake, and that this would allow the gods to take advantage of the situation.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone the gods, who are not sheep or rabbits, but venomous snakes and hungry wolves. It's best not to hold back.

“I understand that no gift can compare to me, just as nothing is as important to me as you.”

Hearing Diane's contradictory and hesitant words, the head maid felt a warmth in her heart. Regardless of whether she had thought this way before, she no longer did after Diane's reminder.

“Yes, you are the most important thing to me. Those gods are worthless. If capturing them will hurt you, I would rather you kill them all.”

Diane steadied the head maid's headband. Although the head maid was dressed and made up impeccably, his hands kept fiddling with it, messing it up and then fixing it.

The headband looks good whether it's in front or behind; it looks good when the hair is restrained; it looks good no matter what, and I'm satisfied with it.

"I won't stay if they don't have absolute strength, Master. Please rest assured, just pray they don't run into me!"

With gentle hands, the head maid placed Diane's hands in hers, offering a reassuring gesture. She made a solemn promise and even played a joke on Diane, though perhaps it wasn't a joke; she would show no mercy to the gods.

"To whom should I pray? I have prayed, but only my Margaret can answer me. I both hope that you, Margaret, can slay these gods and break through to a higher level, and I also hope that you will be safe and sound."

Diane thought back to when she first came into this world, to the fire, and how helpless she felt. Margaret was calling out to her, and he was calling out to Margaret, calling out to his God.

(End of this chapter)