Do you all know the future?

Chapter 64 Radish Hill

"what!"

The secret medicine permeated the air so faintly that it was almost invisible. The entire treasure vault was silent, and the silent Diane could even feel the subtle flow of elements—the power of the holy blood.

"What are you surprised about? Isn't it natural for me to develop feelings for my first man?"

Only the light reflected from the gemstones and the faint glow emitted by the magical artifacts flowed silently, as if time had frozen here. The silence between the two was broken by the Queen.

"No, we haven't even met that many times! How could you like me?"

Diane was very self-aware; he had just failed to infuse the Queen with holy blood, and instinctively chose Bridget, which could be considered his last act of kindness.

"Why not? I like what you say!"

Amid Diane's confusion, the Queen slowly stood up, leaning against a row of weapon racks against the wall to steady herself.

"How dare you say such a thing to me! Very well, very well!"

The Queen smiled, her gaze fixed on Diane. Was the Queen angry? Of course she was. But then she thought, the maid was also an angel, and had spent so much time with Diane. It was normal for Diane to feel important to her.

If Diane were to deny the head maid's rights for her sake, then the Queen wouldn't be showing affection for Diane, but rather fear, abandoning the maid today and discarding her tomorrow.

Her true form had not come into contact with Diane's holy blood, and she viewed Diane without any bias, simply wanting to listen to Diane and judge her character. Even under these circumstances, she still developed feelings for her.

Uti portrays Diane as someone who is very good to her family, which is why she was willing to become Diane's family. If Diane were a heartless person, the shrewd and calculating Uti would never have given herself to her.

"It's nothing more than putting the bad things out in advance, saying don't promise what you can't promise. I don't think I can do that, so I dare not promise."

Diane didn't sense the Queen's anger. The Queen's actions were so sudden that Diane didn't even realize it. Seeing the Queen making no attempt to conceal herself, her heavy weight pressing down on Diane, Diane resisted the temptation.

Aren't you afraid I'll get angry?

There was no humiliation in the process of becoming queen; only pleasure and a sense of sneaking around.

She averted her gaze, feeling guilty. After all, she was the one who had done the bad thing and plotted against Diane, and then she had acted like a victim, worried that Diane would discover her deception.

"If you're not angry now, you'll be angry later anyway. Now that you're angry, punishing me makes me feel a little better. Your Majesty, do you really want to marry me?"

The queen's calm demeanor made Diane feel powerless, and the queen didn't seem to blame Diane.

It's more like a joke or teasing. Is the other person serious about taking responsibility, or is it just a way of teasing Diane?

"Of course it's true. I can sense your extraordinary nature. I don't believe that a proud woman like Lady Isabella would fall in love with someone else for no reason, nor do I believe that an unknown person could become Lady Isabella's lover."

The Queen turned her head, admiring the state of the weapon rack, her expression turning serious. It seemed that Diane's blessing from the goddess of love and beauty was real, as the distinct senses of her true self and her clone clearly told the Queen.

Given that she has the blessing of the god of love, it's not surprising that a supreme deity stands behind her. Her desire to marry Diane is based on political considerations.

"Is that so?"

With the two of them no longer holding hands and legs together, Diane felt free and quickly put on his clothes, feeling a sense of security.

The Queen's words reassured Diane somewhat, although she still felt the Queen was rash. Was such an important life decision really being decided based on hearsay? Was she really going to decide to become the other woman's husband just by sleeping with her?
"Otherwise, what good will hysterical screaming or giving you the cold shoulder do to win back your chastity? It's better to use me as leverage to win you over to my side."

The Queen was as cold as a machine, explaining her decision-making process and stating directly that she had no feelings for Diane, only a pure consideration of strength.

"Your Majesty, you think too highly of me!"

Diane pulled up her pants, glanced at the two "sisters," and slightly leaned back. Bridget also put on her clothes, and her face turned red after Diane saw her.

"That maid is an angel, isn't she!"

The Queen started dropping bombshells, and Dai An froze as she fastened her belt. Everyone knows the head maid is an angel, but thankfully no one knows she's a god.

"It seems I guessed right. After combining intelligence on several cult attacks, it wasn't difficult to deduce this kind of thing."

The Queen received affirmation, and a smile appeared on her lips. She wasn't just guessing; she needed to find a reason to justify her marriage to Diane.

"Don't you think about what I'm doing here incognito? I won't be your help for the time being!"

Diane shook her head and said that the maid had not yet become a demigod, and she could not be allowed to show herself in public. If she were discovered, she would face a double attack from both the righteous god and the evil god.

"Then wouldn't it be perfect for me to protect you? Our relationship was an accident, and we don't have any feelings for each other. But we can talk about some benefits. I'll protect you in exchange for your maid's strength. Isn't that good?"

The Queen exuded confidence; she knew Diane's future was assured, a sure-win situation, so what was there to fear? The Queen spoke with remarkable composure.

"You don't even know who my enemies are, or what my true identity is, yet you dare to trust me?"

Diane thought the Queen was a bit dim-witted; all she knew was that she had an angelic maid by her side, and everything else was unknown.

“I don’t want to pry into your secrets, but I happen to be in need of a consort, and my control over Tudor is not secure. I have taken Isabella’s account into consideration. You are not a bad person, and I think you are capable of being my consort!”

Giving away something too valuable for free can feel like a scam, and the Queen knew this well, so she showed Diane her high regard for her.
She didn't talk to Diane about feelings; she only talked about naked interests, which was the best way to make the two of them form an unbreakable bond.

“I’m not young anymore, and I need to leave a bloodline for the royal family. Both ministers and my family are urging me to do so. I’m not Queen Greta, after all, and I can’t suppress these voices. So I need a husband.”

The Queen sighed, her tone filled with helplessness. This was, of course, only her side of the story. How could her methods be influenced by her family and ministers, or could she simply be playing the victim to gain sympathy for Diane?

She looked up at the dome, her expression one of struggling helplessness. The dome, towering high and supported by several thick stone pillars, had a gemstone at its center that emitted a soft white light, reflecting a sorrowful expression on her face.

"The identity of the king consort? Very well, since Your Majesty has put it that way, I am willing to take on the responsibility and marry Your Majesty."

Diane seemed to be moved. Would becoming the king's consort help the head maid who was bound to her recover faster?
Diane thought about it and decided it was worth a try. This would also get her out of her current predicament. At least she had to take responsibility for sleeping with the Queen; she couldn't just walk away. The Queen was also a victim.

"You talk like you want to marry me and I have to marry you? I can't just marry anyone I want. Who do you think I am? I am the Queen of Tudor." The Queen looked at Diane, who had made up her mind, and couldn't maintain her sorrowful expression. She laughed out loud, as melodious as a nightingale's song. Diane was making it seem like marrying her was a helpless compromise.

"Can't I marry her? How can I take responsibility then?"

Diane was also surprised. It was nothing if she didn't marry him. She looked at the Queen with some confusion. The Queen's face was rosy and fair. The mature woman who had become a young woman now had a touch of charm.

"It's not that I can't marry you, but that it can't be a simple marriage. If you marry me, won't those noble families cause an uproar?"

The Queen smiled and stroked the weapon rack, looking at the weapons displayed there. It was filled with all sorts of weapons: carved longswords, jewel-encrusted daggers, giant axes that gleamed with a cold light, and strangely shaped magic wands. Each one exuded an extraordinary aura and was clearly not an ordinary item.

But compared to the sapphire earrings dangling from Bridget's ears, they seemed rather ordinary. She touched her chest, where a sapphire was emitting a faint glow, as if it had a different feel to it.

"I understand. I will cultivate diligently and eventually become a powerful being before I marry Her Majesty the Queen!"

Diane understood immediately; this was a counterattack against the Queen. Although he was grateful that the Queen would not pursue these matters and acknowledged that the Queen's actions were based on her own interests, he did not want to be led by the nose by the Queen's cryptic remarks.

"I don't know how long that will take. Don't you think I have a lover who's taking my place? Think about it, could this lover arrange things for you?"

The Queen knew that Diane was impulsive and had experienced it herself, so she immediately explained to him, fearing that he might not have much patience.

"Ah, can I do it? I don't think my skills are recognized by everyone!"

Upon hearing the Queen's words, Diane suddenly realized that he had become a young master, and the Queen had given him the position of "young master."

"It's alright, then let's not focus on strength, let's use some projects that seem difficult but are actually not difficult for you."

The Queen didn't take it seriously; she was the one selecting, and she was selecting according to Diane's criteria, which seemed fair and just.

For example, a group of people can be restricted to those under 25, and another group can be restricted if their spirituality is epic or higher. Finally, there is a test, and Diane just needs to pass it smoothly.

She really wanted to bring Diane directly to the palace, but thinking of those nobles, she gave up this tempting idea.

There's still a detour involved; she's not like Queen Greta, who suppresses an entire nation. Angel-level powerhouses are like warlords, and even a queen has to compromise among them. It's not a one-man show.

Queen Greta was the envy of all the monarchs, since no one could restrain her. Even if they didn't listen to her, they had to listen to Queen Greta's knife.

"Okay, so after all this back and forth, I guess I have to attend this marriage selection event!"

Diane complained that she felt this marriage selection meeting was going to be complicated, and that some big monster or evil god might even appear.

"That's right, only in this way can you become my undisputed king consort. What's wrong with you?"

The Queen was somewhat surprised by Diane, not quite understanding Diane's indescribable appearance. She felt a mix of anger, helplessness, and mockery.

"Nothing much, it just feels like I'm in a linear game world. I clearly chose no, but in the end, I still ended up like this."

There's this annoying feeling of being forced to take on a mission. I just told Bridget and I that we refused to participate in this mission today, but in the end, the prize winner personally stepped in and gave me an early reward, letting Diane go through the mission process.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Hurry up and leave, your maid will be worried."

The Queen couldn't understand what Diane was saying, but seeing that Diane had agreed, she wanted to catch her breath. She truly felt relieved that things were back on track, and whatever had happened along the way, the outcome was good.

"Yes, yes, we've been working on this for who knows how long. Margaret must be getting impatient... Chief, are you feeling better?"

As Diane spoke, the head maid helped Bridget up. Compared to the Queen, he clearly favored Bridget more. Both were virgins, but Diane felt more pity for Bridget, even though she was the one who started it all by breaking the love potion.

"A powerful archmage, what's there to worry about with just a healing spell?"

Seeing Diane helping "herself" up, the Queen raised her beautiful eyebrows, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her deep blue eyes.

She was jealous of herself, muttering to herself that Diane really didn't know what she was missing, caring about a clone instead of the real body.

"Yes, Director, use the technique quickly. I was too rough just now, and I didn't stop even when you said it hurt."

It's pointless to question Bridget for keeping him here. She's his woman, and he should cherish her. He wanted to cherish Her Majesty the Queen, but Her Majesty showed her independence as soon as she woke up.

"It's okay, I want to experience this feeling!"

Bridget glanced at Diane, who was concerned about her, and found Diane pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at her. A blush rose to her fair face, and she blurted out without thinking.

Then the queen froze. How could she say such shameful things? These were her own words. How could she be so coquettish and seductive? Did she really use such seductive tricks?

Her Majesty the Queen felt lost. She needed to send Diane away as soon as possible and then carefully examine what exactly was wrong with her.

"Okay, don't push yourself too hard. Let's go. Do you want me to carry you?"

Looking at the beautiful mature woman, Diane suddenly felt a surge of love. Who could resist a woman saying such things after her first time? Diane certainly couldn't.

Now all I want to do is treat Bridget well in the future, to make up for the guilt I felt for injecting holy blood into her. I feel that Bridget has suddenly transformed from a tsundere to a sweet girl.

"No need, she can fly!"

The Queen was grinding her teeth to powder, directly refusing on her own behalf. It was clearly her fault, and she could even deduce the logic of the words from the emotions, but she just couldn't believe that she could say such a thing.

"Alright, I understand. I'm going to find Margaret now. If I don't go to her soon, she'll worry about me and might wander around the palace."

Diane walked towards the door, not thinking about the treasure. In the distance, a figure seemed to be echoing what she had said, a tall and voluptuous figure standing elegantly at the door.

"Margaret!"

Diane ran over and hugged the head maid, who affectionately patted his head.

(End of this chapter)