Do you all know the future?

Chapter 66 Before Entering the Spirit Realm

"Master, do you feel weak?"

The head maid brought over a bowl of meat soup. The little mermaid stared longingly at the soup, twisting her fingers as if she were craving it.

"It's alright, I'm pretty strong now, do you want to try it tonight!"

Diane picked up the soup, shared some with the expectant little girl, and patted her head. Diane understood what the head maid meant.

After Isabella's antics yesterday, and the Queen and Bridget's antics today, the head maid doesn't doubt the power of the Holy Blood, but she is still worried about Diane.

"There's still soup left, no need for that. Besides, it's specially made for you to nourish yourself, Master. You've really worked hard today."

The head maid raised an eyebrow at Diane's actions, then turned and went back to the kitchen to fetch a bowl of soup.

"Do you think the Queen is plotting something? Have I fallen into a trap? Can Bridget really be trusted?"

Diane usually sees anything too easily obtained as a trap. She doesn't consider herself exceptionally intelligent, so she simply tells the head maid everything without reservation.

Diane took a sip of the hot soup, the warmth from the hot soup invigorating him. The maid's cooking skills had gradually improved from bad to good, and it was now the perfect food for his taste.

"It's unlikely to be a trap, but the Queen's calm reaction suggests she already has a plan in mind!"

The head maid brought over bread and pan-fried pork chops, still steaming hot. The rich aroma of the meat made the little girl drinking soup unconsciously twitch her nose and sniff.

"Wasn't this a trap set on purpose?"

The head maid had a different idea from Diane's. Diane breathed a sigh of relief. If the Queen was plotting against him, and did such a thing in her capacity, what she wanted might not be something Diane could easily obtain.

“If it’s a deliberate trap, Her Majesty can take you there; there’s no need to involve Bridget.”

The head maid sat down calmly, cut a piece of meat, and fed it to Diane in front of the little maid.

"Sister Margarita, do I want to learn this too?"

The little maid also picked up a knife and fork, skillfully cut a piece of meat, and looked at Diane with great anticipation.

"Laundry maids don't need to learn; only personal maids use this kind of thing!"

The head maid chuckled; feeding was one of her greatest pleasures, and she had no intention of sharing it with anyone else.

"Is that so?"

The little mermaid maid lowered her head somewhat dejectedly, as if she also wanted to feed Diane.

"What's so enviable about that? Being fed is what's enviable."

Seeing the little mermaid's expression, Diane reached out and patted her head. Because the head maid trusted the little mermaid, Diane had no reservations about her.

"Master, can I become your personal maid?"

As her fingertips brushed against Diane's soft hair, the little mermaid nuzzled her palm, speaking with a mixture of grievance and expectation.

"At such a young age, you have quite the ambition, daring to covet the position of my head maid."

Diane chuckled. He wasn't a heartless adult; he wouldn't promise something he couldn't deliver.

"Does Master think I'm too young? If I transform into Sister Margaret's appearance, will I become her personal maid?"

The comic book makes a big gesture with both hands to describe the head maid's voluptuous figure, as if the author could become like that in the next moment.

"No, not to mention whether you can become like that, even if you really become like Margaret, Margaret is Margaret, and no one can replace her, unless she doesn't want to be anymore."

Diane calmly ate the meat offered to her by the head maid with her fork, then refused the little mermaid's request, even though the little mermaid's eyes were already watery.

Diane felt like he was bullying the little mermaid, but the smell of fried meat quickly brought him back to his senses.

He cut off a small piece of meat and placed it in front of the little mermaid. The little mermaid's aggrieved expression immediately disappeared. She took a bite of the meat and began to chew it heartily.

"Let's talk about the Queen of Tudor. I don't trust her; I feel like she has ill intentions towards me!"

Diane settled the little mermaid down and turned to discuss with the head maid. There was no such thing as a sixth sense; it was simply a matter of self-awareness. When a refined, beautiful, and noble woman approached you, Diane's first thought was that it was a scam.

He's not a simp. Simps get whipped even after they die, and they can't even be pitied by others. They even drag their families down with them.

When it comes to scams, you can never be too vigilant. Don't develop a romanticized view of a woman just because you slept with her. Diane herself was a victim; her precious blood was given to someone else.

"She has ill intentions, but it's obvious she doesn't know your true identity. At the moment, she seems more inclined to cooperate and test your strengths and weaknesses."

The head maid deduced that she hadn't expected the Queen to act so quickly, offering herself only on their second meeting. If she were reborn like Loran, there would be no need to do this; it was too hasty.

The head maid could only explain it as an accident; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to explain such a thing. But the Queen wasn't a good person, and how many politicians are truly good?

“I’m open to cooperation, but I really don’t want to participate in this marriage selection. I have a feeling that I’m falling into a trap. I have a feeling that this marriage selection banquet will not make people feel at ease.”

Although reality isn't a game, Diane still had the feeling of triggering a mission. She had already figured out the plot: a few clueless villains, one or two confident noblemen, and then, with the Queen's favor, they would slap each other in the face and finally gain the right to be the Queen's husband.

During this celebration, some discordant situations suddenly arose, such as the descent of an evil god. In the end, the head maid intervened to defeat the evil god and learned that the queen and the evil god had intricate connections.

“Then I won’t participate. I don’t want you to compromise yourself for my sake. Besides, by the time you participate in this marriage contest, you will already be Dean Isabella’s husband and have obtained her marquis status, which will also be good for our development.”

The head maid said casually that she would support whatever Diane did, as long as it didn't harm Diane herself.

"Forget it, I'll still become the Queen's husband. You said you'd find someone to help you. The Queen is, after all, the Queen of Tudor. I just find this marriage proposal ceremony too troublesome."

Diane remembered what the maid had said, that he should try to control the noble ladies as much as possible, preferably the ones with power.

This was the maid's way of coaxing Diane to have children. As Diane's power increased, it would become increasingly difficult for her to have children. For example, it would be almost impossible for two gods to have children.

“I do have a simple way to make you the consort of the Queen of Tudor without having to participate in the marriage contest.”

The head maid looked at Diane tenderly. They looked like a family of three, very warm and loving, with a harmonious husband and wife, and a kind father and filial daughter.

"any solution?"

Diane's spirits lifted immediately.

"Get Her Majesty pregnant. Children are rare to angels. Even if you do nothing, she will still want to marry you."

The head maid explained her solution, and Diane paused for a moment, then smiled wryly. "I don't think I have that 'her' in me, but I should at least try to find some connection. If I did, I wouldn't be so troubled right now."

Diane instinctively resisted the brainwashing of the Holy Blood and deliberately didn't give it to the Queen. Now she seems to realize that she has missed a golden opportunity. The scheming Queen should be severely punished.

"Then I can only participate in the marriage contest. Just thinking about becoming the Queen's consort... sigh... I've been having a lot of luck with women lately, one after another..."

Diane enjoyed being fed by the head maid while feeding the little mermaid. Having many admirers wasn't a bad thing, but there were just too many for Diane to handle.

"You still need to think about how to explain to Lorraine that Isabella has never considered becoming your wife, but Lorraine wants to be your stepson."

The maid's reminder made Diane's head throb even more, and the delicious food she was eating lost its flavor.

"Master, are you going to marry the queen of this country? Is she very fierce, so you don't like her!"

The little mermaid seemed unable to understand Diane and the head maid's conversation, and could only ask questions in a childlike way.

"Very fierce, extremely terrifying!"

Diane bared her teeth and brandished her claws, revealing a ferocious appearance. Thinking of the Queen's tyrannical appearance, the Queen controlled by the secret drug was like a female knight whipping serfs, extremely cruel.

"Hehe... Master brother isn't scary at all!"

The little girl chuckled; clearly, no matter how fierce Diane's appearance was, it paled in comparison to the sea monsters she had ever seen.

"This is boring, let's eat..."

Diane felt much better when she heard the little mermaid laugh. The mermaid's voice had a calming and soothing effect, and Diane felt her heart at peace, and her agitation disappeared.

"I can't feed Master Brother, so how about I feed Sister Margaret instead!"

The little maid picked up a piece of meat, preparing to hand it to the maid. She had accepted the reality that Diane could only be fed by her personal maid, but she still wanted to break through that barrier.

"Sorry, I only eat food that my master feeds me."

The childlike words brought back childhood memories, and the maid, with a smile, rejected the little mermaid without hesitation, leaving the little mermaid stunned.

"Fine, I won't eat it. I'll eat it myself..."

Turning her grief into appetite, the little mermaid stabbed a large piece of steak with her fork and began to tear it apart. Diane watched the little mermaid devour the steak, finding it adorable, and felt more relaxed. Those worries temporarily left him.

With such a small family around, the difficulties we face are no longer difficulties.

After a satisfying meal, Diane spoke sweetly at the table, but after a long day, she quickly and obediently climbed into bed to rest, thinking about how to talk to Bridget and Isabella the next day.

He fell asleep while thinking about it, with the head maid as his pillow. His thighs were stretched across the head maid's thighs, and his face was pressed against the head maid's chest. It was quite an unseemly position, but both Diane and the head maid liked it.

Both felt comfortable and at ease. The head maid was also someone who lacked a sense of security, and Diane's embrace gave her a sense of security after falling from grace.

Today, as she watched Diane close her eyes, feeling his even, warm breath passing through the deep valley, the head maid did not show any reassurance.

She gently lifted Diane's legs, placed him to the side, kissed Diane's forehead, slowly stood up, and walked towards the door.

Her goal was clear, and she went straight to the little mermaid's room. The little mermaid's room was pitch black, but the head maid's heterochromatic eyes still sensed it. The little mermaid was standing at the window, looking out at the layers of dark clouds.

"Are you here to warn me?"

The little mermaid turned her head, seemingly unsurprised by the head maid's arrival. Her childlike innocence vanished, replaced by a wide grin, giving her a rather devilish air.

"No, I just wanted to tell you that Master has no interest in lolis, so you'd better grow up soon!"

The head maid remained calm and elegant, but the little mermaid, who had been smiling mischievously, couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. Her blue eyes were filled with both embarrassment and annoyance.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was just teasing this sun god!"

The little maid was furious, her composure completely gone. She pointed her tiny finger at the head maid, looking utterly unreasonable.

"Oh, I thought you were after the future position of Queen of Gods."

The head maid spoke expressionlessly, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"You actually believe the nonsense of the god of prophecy? If the sun god was so powerful, how could he have been killed by the chief god?"

The little mermaid realized she had spoken out of turn, snorted coldly, and denied the maid's words.

"If they weren't afraid, why would they kill the sun god, erase his name, and fear that someone would resurrect him?"

The head maid wore a faint smile. She had gone to investigate the rumors that she was the reincarnation of the sun god, and now she was full of confidence as she checked the accounts.

"It's impossible to even think about it. To unify the entire material world and the spiritual realm, to become an omnipotent master, the king of kings, a god-king—there are limits to the laws that gods can contain. Such stories are just like mortals' treasure maps; they have no basis whatsoever."

The little mermaid became more and more composed as she spoke. As a former god, she understood the true meaning of omniscience and omnipotence. This was something that no one in this world could achieve, and even in the endless sea of ​​stars, no god had ever been known to be able to do so.

"But isn't it possible? He will be lifted up high, and all the gods will become His servants. He is the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord, the King of Kings!"

The head maid spoke the proverb, which was the goal she wanted to achieve for Diane: to make Diane the God-King, even if Diane did not have the talent. She wanted Diane to become the God-King who ruled over both the spiritual realm and the material world.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you. You are His follower, so naturally you believe such baseless words. The prophecies of the God of Prophecy are not always accurate. If you've come here just to tell me this one thing, then there's no need. I have no interest in the Sun God."

The little mermaid said nonchalantly, but she was actually a little concerned, though she didn't want the maid to notice.

"That's the matter. I'm happy for you to become the Queen of the Sun God. You are also a chief god, and your status matches that of the Sun God. I don't want you to take any detours."

Diane didn't want to lie to the child, but the head maid might not. She felt they needed to build a closer relationship with the little mermaid, who had once been invincible in the spiritual realm, so she came.

As for fulfilling the promise, Diane isn't the sun god, so that's naturally nonsense.

"Huh? You don't want this position? What are you after?"

The little mermaid was bewildered. What was this head maid after? Why was she so dedicated to helping Diane when she didn't want to be the Queen of the Gods?

"I want to be a goddess."

Mother Goddess, Queen Goddess, Slave Goddess, the Trinity.

(End of this chapter)