Do you all know the future?

Chapter 61 Something is wrong

Lunch went smoothly without much conversation. Diane wanted to compliment Bridget on how well she wore her earrings, but Bridget looked so downcast that Diane didn't dare to say much. He had teased her until she blushed, and naturally, she wouldn't talk to him.

After lunch, the mature woman picked up a thick book and began to read, still not intending to speak to Diane.

Actually, he didn't know what he was saying to Diane, but he mentioned the palace's concerns and told him not to offend the Queen.

Bridget wanted Diane to be offensive, even invasive, and she couldn't possibly just warn Diane to follow the rules.

They couldn't talk about other topics either. To be honest, Bridget wasn't familiar with the Bureau of Investigation. She was only there because she needed an identity to get close to Diane.

Moreover, because she was preoccupied with planning what to do that afternoon, Bridget didn't have the energy to talk to Diane.

Diane assumed she was shy, so he wisely refrained from bothering her. He picked up a book to pass the time, occasionally glancing up at her earlobe and then at the maid's face.

Around 2 p.m., Bridget, in her energy-saving mode, seemed to have recovered from her shyness and called Diane to go to the palace.

The palaces in the extraordinary world weren't much more magnificent than those in Diane's hometown. They had domed fortresses and, with some decorations, seemed to have a magical effect, with some creations floating around them, like movie CG.

Diane's composure had a different meaning in Bridget's eyes. Diane had never officially set foot in the Spirit Realm, so she must have seen similar things before, which was why she seemed unsurprised.

The guards along the way were strict, but fortunately, Bridget's pass level was high, so she was not questioned much before reaching the inner sanctum.

"I remember Her Majesty the Queen is an angel-level powerhouse, does she still need this kind of protection?"

Diane passed through the final checkpoint; so many checks made her feel like they were protecting a frail queen.

“They certainly can’t defend against the strong, nor do they need to deal with them. They deal with some petty thieves. After all, you can’t have our queen handle everything.”

Bridget answered, glancing at the area being inspected, her blue earrings swaying like the rhythmic ripples on a still lake.

"That's true. After all, Her Majesty is very busy and doesn't have time to deal with these things. Shall I go back after I send the return gift?"

Diane pressed down on the box in her hand. She didn't want to have any more contact with the Queen. The thought of a woman who was interested in your secrets was terrifying to Diane, and she decided it was best not to get too involved.

"At least you should have a meal. You did a good job dealing with the cultists this time. The Queen might even reward you with something. This is a favor that ordinary nobles wouldn't even dare to dream of. Why are you acting so scared?"

Bridget teased Diane when she saw her expression, but Diane's attitude was not acceptable.

Bridget hinted at Diane and the Queen's next plans: she had already decided to take Diane to the treasury to retrieve something, accidentally break the love potion, and eventually have sex with Diane.

"Forget it, rewards are not important, I don't need them. What's important is that I sent a return gift. What's wrong with me, a commoner, being afraid of the Queen?"

Diane argued that he was just giving a return gift to avoid appearing heartless; the Queen's best reward would be a promotion, not some treasure.

"Don't say that when you meet the Queen later. She'll think you're disrespecting her. Anyway, it's free. If she's willing to give you something, just accept it."

Bridget was worried that Diane would refuse if she forced Diane to go to the vault. It would be too awkward.

"That's true, but whose side are you on?"

Diane thought it made a lot of sense, but it sounded strange coming from the mouth of the Queen's relatives.

"From my perspective, this is something that can benefit you, so why shouldn't you take it?"

Bridget routinely criticizes the Queen, showing that she was forced into this situation by the Queen. At least when she said those things, Diane didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He never dreamed that the two of them were the same person, let alone that the Queen was now plotting to take his body.

"Yes, thank you, Director!"

Diane thought it wouldn't hurt to refuse, so she agreed.

"Quiet, we've arrived."

Arriving at a beautifully decorated door, Bridget knocked, and Diane's doubts vanished.

The maid gently pushed open the door, revealing half of herself, and greeted Bridget.

"Good day, Director Bridget. Her Majesty the Queen is waiting for you. Please wait a moment, madam. I will have someone take you to the lounge to rest."

The maid opened the door halfway and gestured for the guests to enter, which was quite ceremonial, but considering that this was the royal palace, it wasn't surprising.

Diane followed Bridget, while the maid was kept outside. Personal maids were generally not treated as people, but as tools and clothes. However, there were times when personal maids had to be kept away.

Today, the Queen was simply afraid that the head maid would cause trouble, so she sent her away. The head maid understood this reasoning and watched Diane leave.

Diane entered the room, which was structured like a hall, with a red carpet extending to the throne, where the dignified queen sat.

Diane and Bridget walked along the red carpet to the Queen, and Diane finally saw the Queen's face.

A dignified and mature woman, dressed in a thin veil, with Diane able to vaguely see her fair skin.

Her exquisite beauty was unattainable. It was a pity that Diane had seen Margaret's true face; otherwise, she would have been captivated by her. It was a cold, snow-like beauty, pure and flawless.

Good afternoon, Your Majesty.

When they reached a suitable distance, Bridget and Diane exchanged a gesture of respect with their hands on their chests.

"Good afternoon, Lady Bridget, Lord Anne, has Lady Bridget brought Lord Anne?"

The Queen looked Diane up and down, her eyes widening slightly before she quickly recovered.

“That’s right. Last time, Her Majesty the Queen said she wanted to reward Lord An with some treasures. Lord An also thanked Her Majesty for the arrangement and prepared a gift of thanks, so I brought Lord An with me.”

Bridget looked at Diane with a hint of confusion in her eyes, a confusion that grew deeper and deeper.

"Once they become your subordinates, you'll help them get their share of the benefits, right?"

The Queen chuckled. Although it was one person, she was playing two roles, making them look like two completely different people.

The Queen's gaze was fixed on Diane, and Diane noticed, but didn't know what to say.

"Of course, they are my subordinates, so of course I have to take care of them. This is also your order."

Bridget withdrew her gaze and looked up at herself on the throne, as if to confirm something.

"My order? Never mind. Originally, I was going to have Lady Isabella bring her little lover as a reward for eradicating the cultists. Since you brought him, you might as well have brought him."

The Queen’s gaze remained fixed on Diane, unwavering, filled with scrutiny and unease.

"Anyway, we're all going to be alone sooner or later. Lord An, what kind of weapon or spiritual material do you want?" The Queen glossed over the question and then went straight to the point.

"I am actually mainly thanking Her Majesty the Queen for giving me the opportunity to join the Bureau of Investigation. Please accept my return gift."

The Queen's gaze made Diane feel uneasy. He handed the box to a maid, only to find that the maid was also looking at him, making him feel like he had suddenly become the center of attention.

"That was out of respect for Lady Isabella, but I accept your kind intentions."

The Queen gestured to a maid to bring the gift box over, and the box naturally peeled off in her hands, revealing a sapphire necklace inside.

"It's a very thoughtful gift, I love it!"

The Queen pulled up the necklace and fastened the clasp. She wasn't wearing any jewelry today, and the sapphire looked exquisite because of her beautiful face.

"That's because Your Majesty is beautiful!"

Diane stated the facts, saying that if an ordinary person wore this gem, it probably wouldn't look so good; the Queen's beauty made the gem shine.

"Alright, no need for praise. Lord Anne, you were very brave in this cultist attack. Bridget, take Lord Anne to choose some treasures."

After the Queen gave the order, the maid turned her head in surprise, wondering why it wasn't what she had planned.

"Lord An, let's go. I'll take you to the treasury!"

Bridget received orders to lead Diane out the door, and Diane hurriedly followed, already feeling numb from the Queen's gaze.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you now? Why are you suddenly changing your mind? Do you know how urgent time is?"

After the two left, the maid Uti was very puzzled. The Queen was just about to make a move, but she didn't. She couldn't understand it.

“It’s different, what I see is different…”

The Queen frowned, her beautiful face evoking pity and sorrow; she seemed to be deeply confused and perplexed.

"What's different? Where is it different? Explain yourself clearly!"

Uti was confused and didn't quite understand. She observed Andi up close, trying to see what the innate soft-rice holy body was like, but just like the first time she saw him, she didn't have any special impression.

“You know, Bridget is my alter ego, completely under my control. She is me, and I am her. Whatever she sees is what I see.”

The Queen spoke of her relationship with Bridget, saying it was all manipulated by the same consciousness, a self-directed and self-acted drama.

"Is there a problem? Do you feel like you have a split personality?"

Uti spoke very directly, and the Queen looked like she had been choked, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. It sounded like there was something to it.

"That's not true. How do you explain it? Let me give you an example: what do you feel when your left eye and right eye see different things?"

The Queen stroked the blue gemstone on her chest with her hand, giving a simple and easy-to-understand example.

Is my eye sick?

Uti imagined it for a moment, and said hesitantly that she seemed to understand a little.

"Yes, that's how I feel right now. What Bridget sees is different from what I see, but we are one person."

The Queen's brows furrowed even more deeply, not only to make Uti understand, but also to make her understand on her own.

"What's the difference?"

Uti was also intrigued; she was curious about both images.

“Even though the information and experiences we had were shared, I just thought Diane was an ordinary person.”

“But Bridget looked at him and liked him more and more, and even thought he was extremely cute.”

The Queen rubbed her temples, trying to dispel the resentment and sorrow, but to no avail. She was still chatting with Diane; she simply enjoyed it.

Is there really such a big difference?

Uti lamented that it was no longer a question of which eye was nearsighted or which could see clearly; it sounded like two different people, with completely different emotions.

"That's why I suddenly changed my mind. I feel that he is different from what I know. At least my clone's body has been affected. I need to investigate more thoroughly."

From Bridget's perspective, the Queen could get married, but after observing her own body today, she realized she didn't know enough. There must be something wrong between them. It was unwise for her to hastily confess, because Diane seemed to be exhibiting brainwashing qualities.

To paraphrase Diane's hometown, Bridget's camera had a filter on, while the Queen herself didn't, which is why the Queen felt uncomfortable when Diane arrived.

"If we investigate any further, you can expect to be turned into a rag doll! Or are you saying you don't want to be the legal wife anymore, and just want to be the mistress?"

Uti couldn't help but say, "This queen is so indecisive. Doesn't she know that timing is extremely important?"
Duke Ryan is dead, and it won't be long before Diane marries Isabelle L. Sarella and becomes the ruler of Sarella, beginning his reign of terror!
If she misses this opportunity, history will indeed have its inertia, and the Queen will repeat her past life's experience, becoming the first woman in history to be turned into a velvet ball by Diane.

“This is clearly a problem. Bridget has already been influenced. If I get too close to him, will my perception also be distorted?”

The Queen's tone clearly carried a hint of fear. Despite being the noble Tudor Queen, she actually felt like a vulnerable person compared to the petite Diane.

"So you're waiting for him to become the ruler of the world before changing your mindset? Besides, didn't I already tell you? It's not unusual for Emperor Andi to be influenced by the goddess of beauty, isn't it?"

Uti, having received a pragmatic education from later generations, didn't know what the Queen was struggling with. Once the truth was verified, she should have gone all in. Why was she hesitating now? Was she waiting for love?

It's laughable that you're talking about love with Andi. How could someone as experienced in romantic relationships as Andi possibly have love to fall in love with?

"This……"

The terrifying future left the Queen speechless; she would choke whenever the topic came up. It wasn't impossible, even though it was in the distant future, but the mere mention of it horrified her.

"There must be something fishy going on here. What if I rashly offer myself up and get taken advantage of?"

After a long while, the Queen still couldn't let go of her worries. She wasn't worried about Diane playing any tricks, but rather about no longer being herself.

Meanwhile, Brigitte, who was in the room with the so-called love potion, was also struggling with whether or not to use it, when Uti's words were a wake-up call.

"Chief, what is this?!"

Diane pointed to a shield and asked loudly.

"pat..."

Bridget was terrified; the bottle was smashed!
(End of this chapter)