Do you all know the future?

Chapter 55 Blessing
"Listen, my husband, I'll give it to you later, okay? I love you..."

Isabella glanced at the porcelain vase on the table out of the corner of her eye, and a sob escaped her throat, filled with shame and indignation, yet also a hint of affection. She wasn't rejecting Diane, but rather didn't want her husband by her side; it was too shameful.

"So, do you love me, or do you love Duke Ryan?"

Diane groaned under the covers, her forehead beaded with sweat as she twisted and turned with Isabella.

"Of course I love you!"

Having been completely taken over by Diane, her inclinations became obvious. Through Duke Ryan's machinations, Isabella was successfully delivered into Diane's arms.

The wife might have felt guilty before, trying to convince herself by comparing it to Ryan's infidelity, but once the comparison is made, she feels no guilt, only a sense of immorality, since it was indeed infidelity.

"I've been listening to him, and he almost killed me. I'm going to confront him directly!"

Diane had no pity for Duke Ryan; he wanted to kill her. Only a fool would sympathize with the enemy.

Isabella acquiesced, overwhelmed by a strong sense of transgression that made her extremely sensitive. She had been possessed by another man beside her husband's ghost, and she didn't know how she had ended up like this. Perhaps it was because of a conflict with Ryan, which then caused ripples of offense against Diane, culminating in a shared experience of life and death.

Or perhaps she was simply a harlot, but regardless, Diane was her little lover. What did it matter if she surpassed her cultivation goals? Diane risking his life to save her was far more important than becoming a god.

Her gaze was fixed on the porcelain vase, watching it tremble slightly. She knew that her soft voice had reached Ryan's ears. Fortunately, there was a quilt to cover it up, otherwise the sound under the quilt would have driven Ryan crazy.

Ryan had broken down. The ghost, though weightless, made the porcelain bottle shake, which gives an idea of ​​Duke Ryan's mental state at that moment.

However, no matter how loud the porcelain vase made, it was still not as loud as the creaking of the bed frame, nor as loud as the beautiful woman's soft moans.

Diane didn't even notice the problem with the bottle. The beautiful woman was initially careful to control her volume, but once she got into the mood, she stopped paying attention and left the porcelain bottle to rage helplessly on the table, filled with regret and resentment.

Ghosts can also be angry and resentful, especially when they hear Diane ask his wife to wear stockings and his wife's shy and tolerant reply, and when they hear Diane hug Isabella and exclaim in surprise.

What broke him most was a short conversation that even made Ryan stop hitting the bottle, as he fell into a deep despair.

"...It seems to have the effect of holy blood as well, I'll apply it to the outside."

"You've already climbed into my bed, and you're still agonizing over this? Do I still need your holy blood? Can't you feel my loyalty to you? It's already like this, of course I'll always be loyal to you, so... let's go inside."

Diane and the others were all lovey-dovey, but Duke Ryan, surrounded by darkness inside the bottle, was filled with regret. Even Isabella stopped paying attention to the bottle and devoted herself entirely to it.

It caters to Diane's various quirks, such as using a small stool and doing the splits...

It wasn't until the door was pushed open that Diane, using Isabella as a bed, realized something was amiss; the person who entered wasn't a maid, but Loran.

"Get out!"

Although covered by the blanket, Isabella still felt as if her secrets had been exposed; she had only been intimate with Diane, and her own son already knew about it.

"Oh oh oh..."

Loran was scolded. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and was happy to be scolded.

Shame and indignation, Isabella dressed at lightning speed and took the porcelain bottle with her. Diana couldn't stop her. Her face was flushed, perhaps because she had replenished her essence with ten times the amount of blood.

It would be fine if her dead husband heard it, but if Lorraine saw it, Isabella would still have some reservations. After all, Diane seemed to be younger than Lorraine, and she had found such a young lover.

"Dong dong..."

When the knocking sounded, Diane thought it was a maid and called out, "Come in!" Loran then peeked his head in furtively.

"Lord An is awake?"

Loran glanced around and, not seeing his mother, stepped inside.

"You're awake? Well, you've come at the worst possible time!"

Diane said irritably that he was cosplaying his childhood fun in front of everyone, but Loran's sudden intrusion ruined everything.

It seems unlikely that we'll see Isabella today, and it's hard to say what will happen tomorrow. Isabella will probably be avoiding Diane for a few days.

"It's all my fault, Lord Anxun. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. Is Mom angry?"

Lorraine chuckled awkwardly, offering a sincere apology. He hadn't expected to witness such a shocking scene. Although everything was under the covers, Lorraine could still see his mother's clothes and shoes.

"How can I not be angry? You've made me suffer. You know how hard your mother is to appease. You should know that."

Diane sighed, but thinking of Isabella blushing, she was eager to try it herself.

"If it were Lord Anxun who took action, then none of these problems would exist. Lord Anxun, you fainted because of anemia. Is it really okay for you to do this kind of exercise after waking up?"

Lorraine complimented Diane, then expressed concern for Diane's health, even though Diane's reconciliation with her mother was a major surprise for him, and everything was back on track.

"I don't know what they fed me while I was unconscious, but I had so much energy when I woke up. You don't need to worry about that!"

She wasn't usually this impulsive, but today, due to a combination of coincidences and the fact that she felt like she had been abstaining from sex for a month, she was more impulsive than usual.

"That's good, that's good. I heard from my mother that Lord An is indeed reliable. If it were my father, he would have abandoned everyone and run away long ago."

Loran made the comparison. It wasn't that his father was bad, and he didn't want to talk badly about his father all day long. It was just that this was the image of Duke Ryan in Loran's mind.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. It's all in the past. You've survived a life-or-death crisis. Just be careful not to have any contact with the Devouring Cult afterward. You're safe now. What are you planning to do next?"

Diane marveled at the advantages of being a reborn person; in just a few days, she had sent her father, the one who had been reborn, away. Loran's life could be considered complete.

"The plan remains unchanged. Although my faith in the gods is because of you, Lord An, I am satisfied with the trials the gods have given me. I do want to make a name for myself, but of course I will not pursue the power of evil gods like my father did."

Lorraine spoke of his promise to Diane, which Diane had almost forgotten, but Lorraine remembered it and intended to fulfill it.

"That's good, but since your father is gone, you'd better be careful. Things might not go as smoothly as before!"

Diane thought about it and realized that the path Lorraine had chosen was quite suitable. Her only concern was that without the Minister of the Navy as her father, things wouldn't go so smoothly.

"Life is never a smooth road. Can it be called a trial without difficulties? Don't worry, I still have my mother. They can't mess with my father, but they dare to mess with my mother?"

Loran initially accepted the instruction humbly, but then expressed disdain, accusing Loran of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. He was not weak either.

"But Lord An, when are you going to marry Mother? Don't wait until I apply to go to the border, otherwise I won't be able to attend your wedding."

Loran's eyes were full of anticipation. This situation was too perfect. At least for the first three days, he had only had such a perfect scene in his dreams.

"At least wait until your father's burial. Besides, your mother seems more relaxed when you're not around. If you were here, I would think she would drag it out!"

Diane shook her head, thinking of Isabella's embarrassment and anger. She could understand the shame Isabella felt about remarrying with her eldest son standing by her side. "Is that so? Then, for Lord An and Mom's sake, I'd better submit my application as soon as possible. In my past life, I was always fighting with you, Lord An. I could have graduated early, but I kept dragging it out, and in the end, I had no power to resist at all."

“I want to gain experience in this life as soon as possible. I want to become Lord An’s shield in spreading the gospel of the Lord. You saved me, and now it’s my turn to protect you.”

Lorraine was reluctant to part with her. He longed to see his mother in a wedding dress marry Diane, then take Diane's hand and come to him, solemnly telling him that Diane was his stepfather.

"It won't happen anytime soon, so don't worry. Saving you is also my own way of saving myself. Otherwise, Duke Ryan's successful séance wouldn't have been just for fun. Your strength is of no use in what I'm about to do."

Diane gave a perfunctory reply, saying that it was hard to say whether there would be a wedding or not; perhaps it would just be to witness the change of status and register it, which was exactly the kind of change of status he wanted.

"Lord An is underestimating me too much. Believe me, I can definitely ascend to the angel realm and break through to the demigod realm."

Loran sensed Diane's perfunctory attitude and joked, "He has confidence in angels, but demigods are on another level. Demigods are gods."

"Even demigods are no match for the situation I'm facing. You'd better work harder! We're going to conquer the material world."

Diane was half-joking when she heard Lorraine's ambitious words, but Lorraine seemed to take them seriously.

“I understand, and I will try my best to make a difference and not disgrace the gods.”

Lorraine's expression turned serious and solemn. Diane had originally intended to say that she was just joking and that he shouldn't take it so seriously.

But thinking about it, it's good that he has a goal to strive for. Anyway, Diane doesn't expect anything from him, and he doesn't expect anything from himself. He's just waiting for the maid to recover so he can dominate the battlefield.

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

"Dong dong!"

The knocking sounded again.

"Who is it?"

Diane thought it was a maid, but now that Loran had interfered, he wasn't sure anymore. He got up to open the door.

"It's me, Master..."

The woman with heterochromia didn't seem surprised that Diane had woken up. She gave a sweet smile, folded her hands, and displayed the elegant demeanor of a maid.

"Is Margaret back? We don't need to write a book anymore, the little mermaid's treasure is enough for us to live on."

Diane asked Bridget how much the treasure chest was worth and received an astronomical figure. After that, Diane felt she no longer had to worry about money and missed out on countless side quest trigger points.

“That’s a hobby, and I hope the story of the Queen and her attendants will be widely circulated.”

The maid gently clenched her fist and placed it in front of her chest. This was a long poem written for Diane, and she couldn't just stop reading now.

"But everyone clearly prefers war scenes and information about monsters."

Diane complained that he had read the novel written by the maid, and found it somewhat stiff. The male protagonist of the novel was based on him, but the maid fantasized that the queen would love him, which seemed strange.

“I know, Master, you don’t need to remind me. I will keep writing anyway.”

Even a maid has her own principles; she can't stop writing novels.

"Lord An, you two talk, I'm leaving now!"

Seeing that things were going wrong, Lorraine quickly ran away. Diane couldn't help but admire his quick thinking and couldn't understand how he had become the prey in his previous life.

“You scared everyone away. I didn’t stop you from writing. I just didn’t want you to get tired. My Almighty Lord, are you really tireless? Take a break.”

Diane reached out and took the maid's hand. He liked the way women looked when they worked, but he didn't like the women he loved to be tired.

He pressed the maid down onto the small sofa in the room. Having witnessed the goddess's vulnerability, he naturally didn't believe she was strong now.

"Doing what you love isn't tiring, whether it's writing a book or taking care of you. The more you do it, the more you feel it and the happier you feel."

The maid sat on the sofa, a happy smile on her face, just like the queen in her work who relentlessly licked the male protagonist's boots, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Then I'll have to suffer a little. I just slept with Mrs. Isabella!"

Diane wouldn't hide it from the maid, nor did he feel there was any need to. He was quite frank about this, as picking flowers required reporting to his legal wife.

"I knew it the moment I walked in; wasn't my blessing powerful?"

The maid sniffed the air slightly and smiled at Diane.

"You know? Blessing? What kind of situation is blessing?"

Diane was speechless. He had confessed his loneliness, and the maid was just laughing at him.

"Don't I know your taste? What flavor will you produce from head to toe? Don't forget I'm your mother."

The maid reached out and tapped Diane's nose with her finger, her eyes already filled with tears.

"As for the blessing, didn't you just practice it? Did you feel it lasted longer than usual?"

The maid affectionately pinched Diane's nose; though she wasn't there, she already guessed what had happened.

"That's it? I've been doing this for quite a while now."

Diane was greatly disappointed; she had thought it would be some powerful blessing, but it turned out to be an enhancement in this area.

"It's not short, we both like the length. Cough, don't look down on this blessing. It touches on the basic logic of this world. I gave it to you after careful consideration!"

Even if Diane were a woman, she could still like the maid. What she liked about Diane was the person, her character and personality, Diane's soul. However, she understood Diane's fondness for appearance.

After saying a few words that seemed to have gone off-topic, she coughed to bring the conversation back on track!
"What basic logic? Tell me about it!"

"The most important thing in this world is spirituality, which is a unique characteristic of each individual. Even the same spirituality will manifest differently in different people."

“Spirituality cannot be transferred. You can receive my spirituality. In a sense, you are my child because spirituality can only be passed on through procreation. That is to say, what is reproduced is the underlying foundation of spirituality!”

"Whether it's the myths my master told me or the rules of our world, reproduction is the highest form of divinity, ensuring the continuation of your lineage."

"What's the use of that? You might as well give me some blessings for defense and talent enhancement."

"There's no way to make a fool of yourself!"

(End of this chapter)