Do you all know the future?

Chapter 67 Talent
Diane had a wonderful dream. In the dream, the head maid was looking forward to the future as she had just recovered. The head maid confidently told her that things would only get better and better from now on.

And things are indeed getting better and better. We have enough to eat and wear, and we have the head maid to keep us company, if there is no need to avenge the head maid.

Thinking of revenge, the images of gods appeared in her dream. They were all radiant and dazzling, but Diane felt a chilling coldness from them.

The eyes of these people were filled with resentment and hatred. Diane was suddenly awakened. He grasped the head maid's hand and his heart calmed down.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

The head maid kissed Diane's forehead and ruffled his hair; Diane hummed in response.

"I dreamt of the gods."

Diane inhaled the orchid scent emanating from the maid and sensed the safe environment around him, causing his tense body to relax.

"Gods? What's there to be afraid of? They will become your servants sooner or later."

The maid spoke firmly and gently pressed Diane further in.

"I don't want them to be slaves, I only want them to die, all of them to die, leave no one alive!"

As Diane leaned against the head maid, thinking of how the head maid had been deceived and betrayed, he felt a deep empathy for her and was filled with hatred for these gods.

"There's no need to be so extreme. The moon goddess can be a slave, and the goddess of beauty can unlock many different positions..."

The head maid chuckled. Diane had not been persecuted by the gods; the reason she hated them so much was entirely because of her.

“You used to be much more extreme than me, wishing you could tear these gods to pieces. Now you’re advising me not to be so extreme.”

Diane chuckled as she teleported out of the fire. At the time, the head maid was filled with hatred for the gods, but it was Diane who comforted her, telling her that revenge was not something to rush into.

The story of Goujian enduring hardship and humiliation, and Wu Zixu whipping the corpse of the King of Chu, is mentioned. A joke is also made: since gods don't die, there's no worry about not being able to find them later.

"Because I have you, revenge has become a secondary option. My primary option is to make you happy, just like you wanted to make me happy back then!"

The head maid spoke slowly, her heterochromatic eyes appearing bright and resolute in the darkness.

"You remember? You were much more extreme than I am now back then. You would even mutter to yourself in your sleep that you wished you could immediately regain your strength and go back to fight. That's obviously impossible. I can only try to make you happy."

Diane recalled the head maid's previous demeanor; on the surface, she seemed rational, but only when she was asleep and talking in her sleep or unintentionally revealed the resentment in her heart.

"Hmm, actually, Master, the jokes you told weren't very funny. I didn't understand many of them. I was just laughing to appease you. But I felt your sincerity."

The head maid couldn't help but laugh, grabbing Diane's hand and pressing it against her heart, recalling how Diane had slowly broken down her defenses and entered her heart.

“I know, but I have to say it. If you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything either, it will just be an awkward silence. Whether it’s a real laugh or a fake laugh, as long as you laugh, it’s good for people.”

Diane's initial contact with the head maid was between people from two different worlds—an ordinary person and a queen from another world. They simply couldn't connect. Without forcing a conversation, the two would probably never become acquainted.

"Perhaps. Seeing you get hurt because of me has made me reflect. Resentment won't solve anything; protecting the people you love is the most important thing."

The head maid turned over and hugged Diane. They influenced each other. Because she loved Diane, Diane hated the gods. Also because she loved Diane, she only wanted Diane to be happy.

"I will try my best to protect the people I love!"

Diane pressed the head maid's hand, the pounding of her heart transmitting to her palm. Being a kept woman wasn't about giving up, but about striving in what she could do, without forcing things for the sake of face.

"It's not that much effort is needed, Master. Just follow the plan. We're not completely without options now."

The head maid smiled. Protecting the one she loved was what she told herself. Diane, she hoped, could enjoy life like a nobleman. Diane and she had already suffered enough.

Forests, swamps, deserts—from having enough to eat and wear to suffering from hunger, from a safe greenhouse to living in constant fear.

Diane always said that having a loving wife was much better than his previous dull life, and he didn't hide his lustful nature, so for Margaret, letting Diane have a harem was compensation.

"Uh-huh……"

Diane clearly didn't listen. He had been exercising intensely all afternoon and didn't have much energy, but he liked to snuggle in the head maid's arms.

"My Margaret, is it dawn...?"

Diane was like a baby, curled up in the head maid's arms, her movements like a baby's, searching for maternal love.

"No, it's still early. Sleep, Master. I'm here. Even if we face the gods, I'll be here. I will protect you."

The head maid promised, as she had made similar promises countless times, but Diane didn't like hearing them. What Diane meant was the meaning of the story she was told: if things couldn't be done, then abandon him and seek revenge.

However, perhaps because she woke up too early, and the head maid's scent had a calming effect, Diane quickly fell asleep again, not in the mood to discuss such matters with her.

"Gods, gods..."

Sensing Diane unconsciously smacking her lips, the head maid smiled with affection, remembering the first full moon night Diane had visited.

Diane stared blankly at the moon, homesick. Facing the young Diane, Queen Greta, dressed as a noblewoman, comforted him, saying that if he didn't mind, he could call her "Mom," after all, Diane was her divine child.

The transformation from godmother to godmother was something she hadn't imagined. Margaret's consciousness soared, leaping over her house and overlooking the entire city of Landu, with scattered bright spots coming from the homes of noble families and the royal palace.

Consciousness continued to rise, passing through the clouds, where two moons were visible in the sky, one blue and one red, one symbolizing wisdom and the other symbolizing calamity.

Margaret felt no hatred, only possessiveness. She had seen the true face of the moon goddess, aloof and noble, the wife of the god of life.

Margaret wanted her to fall, to become Diane's bitch, to make these high and mighty gods untouchable for Diane, a mere mortal, and to defile their nobility.

After glancing at her target, Margaret's consciousness sank and remained beneath the dark clouds. In her eyes, the entire Tudor was interwoven with various laws and information—the tentacles of the gods.

Margaret saw the laws of prosperity operating between the cities, the laws of victory running through them, and the information of the laws of abundance appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Margaret is not only capable of absorbing the power of these three laws; the spacetime law brought by Diane is the true fundamental law, which also gives her the power to contain all laws.

Because there can be countless versions of her in space and time, she can contain countless laws. She chose these three laws because they are powerful and will not attract the attention of other gods with their own laws.

What she needs to do is use this information about the laws to return to her divine position and unlock the spacetime laws that she originally possessed. The Goddess of Prosperity, Abundance and Victory are just her disguises.

As the laws flowed by, she greedily absorbed their information, exploring in their direction. Margarita arrived outside the palace, wanting to encounter more of the laws governing society. She longed to enter the palace, where various laws intertwined—information on war, victory, abundance, life, and many other laws.

A thin, transparent wall blocked Margaret's path, preventing her from reaching it. Her identity prevented her from penetrating the wall to sense the golden information of the laws, and any attempt to force her way through would be discovered.

"A higher level of status is needed to unlock it..."

Margaret had no choice but to give up. Previously, she had difficulty even capturing information about the laws outside the palace. It was only after Diane became an officer of the Investigation Bureau that she was able to access information about the laws outside.

As her consciousness returned to her body, sensing the information about the laws she had received that day, the head maid looked at Diane, whose breathing was steady, and smiled happily.

The harvest was good. Regardless of the outcome, she was no longer alone. It didn't matter if it took a little longer; she could wait as long as Diane was by her side. The days of waiting passed quickly.

"The identity of the King's consort is not so easy to obtain; you'll have to work hard."

Diane and the Queen were playing a game, which the head maid observed the whole time. Seeing that Diane kept giving to Bridget, she knew that winning over the Queen might be difficult, but she didn't remind Diane. After becoming an angel, she wasn't in such a hurry and didn't feel incapable of protecting Diane.

On the contrary, angels are the most suitable class, and demigods above them will definitely attract the attention of the gods to some extent.

Diane smacked her lips in response in her sleep, picking up where the head maid left off, and the head maid watched Diane with pleasure all night.

The next day, Diane went to class unaware of what was happening. The little girl, who had gotten up early, insisted on going with her, but Diane kept her there, promising to buy her some snacks to appease her.

The head maid opened the door, and Diane saw Lorraine. Early in the morning, Lorraine stood outside the door like a wooden stake, along with that luxurious carriage.

"What are you doing? Your father is already dead, what are you waiting for me for?"

Loran has survived a life-or-death ordeal, so why isn't he living a good life and instead running around here freezing early in the morning?
"My mother asked me to pass on a message to you, Lord Anxun: you don't need to attend class this morning; go directly to her!"

Loran did indeed have his own things to do, as he was preparing to break off his engagement with his fiancée, Moria, but he was singled out by Isabelle, so he came running over eagerly.

"Oh, the teacher has already adapted? So quickly?"

Diane thought it would take her four or five days to calm down, but she didn't expect that the other person had already figured it out in just two nights.

"Hmm, she seems quite relaxed. Mom's shyness should be over now. Good luck, Lord An!"

Lorraine encouraged her, as if Diane were not pursuing his mother, but some completely unrelated person.

"Is that so? That's good. Is there any special reason? Did your father cause trouble again?"

Diane was skeptical, so she asked him, guessing. She had also learned a little about Isabella, and this beautiful noblewoman was indeed very thin-skinned.

"There shouldn't be any special reasons. She went to see Her Majesty the Queen yesterday and told me about it when she got back."

Loran didn't notice anything wrong, and Diane's heart sank.

"Oh? She met with Her Majesty the Queen?"

Diane's expression was strange. She immediately realized something: she hadn't even explained herself yet, and Isabella already knew.

"What's wrong? Her Majesty the Queen often meets with Mother. Both of them are top-tier women, and they have much to talk about, whether it's exchanging experiences or discussing political issues. That's why Her Majesty the Queen only attended Mother's birthday banquet last time. They can't be considered close friends, but they are quite familiar with each other."

Lorraine found Diane's reaction strange, but he didn't delve into it. He simply introduced Diane to her mother's relationship to help her understand Isabella better.

"Oh……"

With a heavy heart, Diane gave a reply and got into Lorraine's car to head to the academy. Along the way, Lorraine introduced his mother's friends, but Diane didn't pay much attention. He ignored Lorraine's chatter and was thinking about what to say to Isabella. They had just gotten together the day before yesterday, and yesterday he had climbed into the Queen's bed.

Lorraine assumed Diane was embarrassed and didn't answer, so he didn't think much of it. After taking Diane to Isabella's studio, he gave her a thumbs-up and left, no longer wanting to be a third wheel.

"Don't be afraid, they are just ordinary people, don't worry so much."

The head maid gave Diane an encouraging kiss on the cheek and wiped his face with a handkerchief. Her encouragement was much stronger than Lorraine's. Diane calmed his inner turmoil and knocked on Isabella's office door.

The office door opened automatically, and a rose-red-haired noblewoman sat at her desk, looking at Diane with a half-smile.

She was still wearing that same little suit, bodycon skirt, and stockings, exuding independence, competence, and a touch of aloofness that made her seem unapproachable. Every gesture she made radiated the unique charm of a mature woman. Her hair was styled up, revealing her mature and beautiful face, and her black stockings were styled to show off her long, shapely legs.

One of her high heels was upturned, hooked by her toes, revealing the pale sole of her foot that reflected the color of her skin after the stockings were pulled up. The other leg was pressed down, and the stockings outlined the alluring curves of her calf and ankle under the dim glass window behind her, extending all the way into the exquisite high heels, making her look exceptionally sexy.

"teacher!"

Diane bowed respectfully, but Isabella didn't acknowledge it.

"You went to the Queen while I was avoiding you, huh? You little rascal, you're so insidious! I really doubt if you're even Queen Greta's child. How could you be so lewd!"

As her high heels swayed with her beautiful legs, the red-haired noblewoman chided her playfully, her tone relaxed, seemingly blaming her but without any real intention of reproach.

"How could I get the teacher if I didn't go for it? Besides, I'm the victim; I wasn't the one who broke the love potion!"

Diane noticed Isabella's relaxed tone and immediately relaxed, even walking closer to Isabella and lifting her silk-clad legs to caress them.

"You scoundrel, what are you doing! Victim? You took Her Majesty's virginity, what kind of victim are you? You're all smiles, aren't you? Now you're even more confident in avenging Queen Greta."

Isabella's expression changed, but under Diane's touch, her face flushed.

"Teacher, your shoe is about to fall off. I'll help you put it back on, but I'm the victim here, and you don't even try to help me!"

Diane, the villain, falsely accused Isabella and put the high heels that were hanging on Isabella's toes on her feet.

"Hmph, I'm overjoyed! Saving you? It turned out quite well. Her Majesty the Queen wants me to help you become her consort, which is exactly what I wanted from the beginning!"

Isabella rolled her eyes at Diane, who was still touching her stockings. She clearly agreed; the idea of ​​marrying Diane wasn't on her mind yet.

"You two are such a perfect match, my dear child, you did such a wonderful job."

Lorraine's talent for giving away green mothers is probably inherited from her mother; Isabella also likes to give away green mothers.

(End of this chapter)