Do you all know the future?

Chapter 68 Encounters in the Spirit Realm
It's really hard to explain things that are innate. Isabella's casual remark was something Diane could never have imagined in her entire life.

"Does the teacher think they're a good match?"

I thought I'd have to deal with a jealous, aloof wife, but I never expected to get through it so easily.

Diane pinched her teacher's silk-clad leg, feeling terrible that all her worries had gone to waste.

"Both of you are descendants of royalty. You have inherited the holy blood, but you do not have the power to protect you for the time being. She does not have the spiritual power of a saint, but she has the power to protect you. Your union is a powerful alliance."

Isabella felt a ticklish sensation from Diane's fingers, but she didn't pull her foot away. After all, Diane was already being very restrained; she had even considered that this little rascal might go further and pin her to the table...

In comparison, touching stockings seems acceptable. Diane didn't know Isabella's bottom line; if she had, she definitely wouldn't have been so obedient.

"Don't treat me like a commodity. I thought you'd be jealous, teacher."

Her thighs, encased in stockings, were plump and well-proportioned, with soft, rounded lines, exuding the unique charm and elasticity of a mature woman, and possessing a rich texture.

"Why are you jealous? I'm just your lover, and you little bastard forced me into this."

Isabella rolled her eyes at Diane. The day before yesterday felt like a ghost. She couldn't refuse in that situation, and then Diane pushed her all the way down. It shouldn't have been that fast.

Aren't you jealous?

Diane was somewhat disappointed. He didn't want Isabella to be jealous, but he also didn't want her not to be jealous. If she wasn't jealous, it meant she didn't care about him. But if she was jealous, it would be like an exam, something he couldn't handle at all.

"Of course I ate it. Didn't I tell you, if I don't look for you, you're so bold as to go to the Queen, right!"

Isabella patted Diane's hand, making a disgusted face. The Queen had already explained the details, and it wasn't Diane's fault that Diane was able to win over the Tudor Queen so quickly. Isabella was just making up an excuse and didn't want to reason with her.

“Bridget took me there, and it was all an accident!”

Diane believed the head maid's explanation, thinking it was an accident. At least the head maid's reasoning was irrefutable; there was no need for the Queen and Bridget to be together.

“It’s alright. I told you not to be angry. It’s a blessing for me to see Queen Greta’s son become the Prince of Tudor.”

Isabella was relieved. Although a slight mishap in the process had cost her her life, the overall strategy remained unchanged. She had always believed that Diane was a suitable match for the Queen.

"Oh, it's because of Queen Greta's son!"

Diane echoed Isabella's words, saying nothing more than a simple exclamation: "The Queen is truly amazing."

"Of course, I also want my little sweetheart to get better and better, after all, I like you."

Isabella, thinking that Diane felt she wasn't sincere, immediately added that it wasn't just because Diane was Queen Greta's child, but more importantly, because Diane was her protector and her lover.

He held Diane's hand and said something very soft and gentle. Suddenly, Diane found the beautiful woman in front of her incredibly cute.

"I understand, teacher is so cute!"

She spoke these words with suppressed shyness, the maturity of the noblewoman combined with the bashfulness on her cheeks to create a beautiful picture. There was also a sense of protection in her words, and Diane's heart pounded.

"What do you mean I'm cute? You're still laughing. Do you think being the Queen's prince is so easy? Her Majesty the Queen told me that it's not just about giving me a notice, but also about urging me to develop the qualities of a royal consort."

Isabella kept a straight face, but it didn't last more than a few seconds before she relaxed. Diane was no longer buying into that act.

"Wang Fu's character? She really knows how to boss people around, making my lover train me?"

The Queen's plan was ingenious. She asserted her sovereignty while simultaneously getting Isabella to back down. This approach was considerate of Isabella, her senior, without affecting her future relationship with Diane.

"That's right, strength is essential to becoming a king consort. Come with me to the Spirit Realm today, I'm going to guide you in your cultivation. By the way, didn't Lady Margaret teach you cultivation?"

Isabella looked curiously at the head maid who stood to the side, looking like a statue yet with a smile on her face. She had been worried about Diane's safety before, but now it seemed that Diane had quite a few little secrets.

"There are no spells or formations to shield us from detection at home, so I can't teach you. Opening a passage to the Spirit Realm is also very troublesome, so I thought coming to the academy would be better!"

Diane explained that the head maid only taught theoretical knowledge, and didn't teach Diane the practical part for fear of triggering national-level testing procedures.

"Is that so? Then let's enter the Spirit Realm together. It just so happens that I don't know how to teach you divine magic, and Miss Margaret can make up for it in this regard."

Isabella considered that she was not against sharing Diane's education; as a teacher, she only hoped that Diane would become stronger as soon as possible.

"No need. Master is currently focused on honing his physical abilities. Divine magic training can wait until he becomes a great mage. I also don't want to enter the Spirit Realm for now, as it would attract the attention of the gods."

The head maid politely declined, explaining that she could not access the Spirit Realm, not for the time being, otherwise she would leave a divine projection there, which she was not ready for.

“Alright, Queen Greta’s followers are indeed easily watched by the gods. Don’t worry, I will protect Xiao An. Let’s go.”

Isabella looked understanding and didn't press the matter; the head maid also had her own plans.

"By the way, call Loran along. He seems to need a talking-to too; he's been stuck at the Great Knight level for a long time."

Isabella took Diane's hand, which was stroking the inside of her black-stockinged thighs, and led her outside without Diane asking.

"Has the teacher gotten used to it yet? Aren't you embarrassed to see Loran anymore?"

Upon hearing Isabella's arrangements, Diane asked curiously, remembering Isabella's disheveled appearance when she fled.

"Her Majesty the Queen has fallen into your hands, so isn't it perfectly normal for me to fall into your hands as well?"

Isabella smiled, and with the Queen as a comparison, she suddenly felt that she had nothing to be ashamed of.

Diane took down Isabella, which was Isabella's problem; Diane then took down the Queen, which was Diane's ability.

"I see. It seems Her Majesty made the right choice after all?"

Diane gripped Isabella's hand tightly. Isabella's hand was smooth and supple, and her firm skin made Diane long to move from the back of her hand to her shoulder, but unfortunately, Isabella didn't give him the chance.

"You have no idea how lucky you are. When you marry Her Majesty the Queen, all the men in Tudor will be heartbroken."

Seeing Diane's relaxed expression and teasing tone, Isabella knew that Diane had no idea what she had done or what precious snow lotus she had picked.

"What do I care if they're sad? I'm not sad, I'm happy."

Diane looked completely unconcerned. Not to mention the entire Tudors, he had won over the goddess in the eyes of men all over the continent. Was he proud of it?
Diane was indeed quite proud. She looked at the head maid, whose true identity had been exposed, and Diane would then be able to enjoy the hostility of all the men on the continent.

"That's true, you wicked thing, you just love doing things that make you happy while hurting other people's husbands!"

Isabella softened a bit at the thought of the last time; the first time, Diane had been completely unconcerned about her husband listening in, and even seemed more excited. "Teacher, you can't talk nonsense. I wouldn't do such a thing if it weren't for an enemy. Duke Ryan is a big bad guy, and I just want him to know that I stole his wife!"

Diane blinked, staring at Isabella. The red-haired, red-eyed beauty's cold, alluring face softened into helplessness.

"It's yours, it's yours. Be careful what you say when you're out in public..."

Isabella had to admit that the double stimulation had been enjoyable. As she walked out of her office into the hallway, Isabella reminded Diane not to say anything inappropriate.

"Well, I see."

The problem is that Diane doesn't speak carelessly. Who would have thought that an apprentice would be holding their teacher's hand? As Diane followed Isabella to the portal, she was met with countless stares.

Envy was the majority. Diane and Isabella's relationship had long been public, but Isabella, who had just lost her husband, held Diane's hand so affectionately, which inevitably made people think.

"Weren't we looking for Loran to come with us? We'll be leaving now?"

Isabella pulled him to the portal without stopping. Just as they were about to cross the portal, Diane asked a question.

"He will come to you on his own, don't worry about him. But you must not come alone from now on. The Spirit Realm is very dangerous without someone else accompanying you!"

Before entering the portal, Isabella gave Diane an order, or rather a warning, and Diane was pulled into the portal by her.

Just like on the Dream Boat, Diane felt a sudden weightlessness followed by an overwhelming feeling of weightlessness.

As her body returned to normal and she was able to stand firmly on her feet again, Diane found herself under a red moon, holding Isabella's hand as she spoke at the opportune moment.

“My dear, welcome to the Crimson City, my hometown.”

Diane felt that Isabella's voice seemed to have become more magnetic, even possessing a captivating allure.

Have we arrived in the Spirit Realm?

Unlike the last time when he was floating on the sea, this time he was on solid ground. The crimson moon gave Diane a disgusting feeling, as if it were fighting against the holy blood within him.

"That's right. In this world, you can see the most beautiful splendor and witness the most terrifying darkness. The power of the gods can be unleashed without restraint, and the laws of evil gods can influence everywhere. Here are the resources to become a god, and also the millstone of life."

Isabella held Diane's hand with her left hand and used her right hand to clear a path through the void, leading Diane to the Spirit Realm, from which she ultimately could not escape.

Diane had two impressions of the spirit world.

One is the explorer's dungeon, which produces all sorts of strange and wonderful things; the other is the celestial realm, a world above the material world, where gods reside.

"I just want to start cultivating as soon as possible!"

The blood moon in the sky made Diane instinctively feel uncomfortable, but the spiritual energy around him was much more comfortable than in the material world. Diane wanted to cultivate now; he had been thinking about it for a long time.

"Don't rush. Even if you're in a hurry, you should wait until you get home. Do you want to attract attention on the street?"

Isabella sensed Diane's urgency and teased her, saying that Diane wasn't the first one in this situation; she would behave herself once she realized her cultivation progress was slow.

"The teacher's home? Are the teacher's parents still alive?"

Thinking of the vampires' longevity, Diane tentatively asked Isabella, who answered quite readily.

"Both of them died. They were burned to death by two holy lights while fighting with the church. Thanks to them, I suffered a lot in my childhood and risked my life to survive."

As Isabella reminisced about her parents, Diane was stunned, realizing she had asked about Isabella's wounds.

"Sorry, sorry..."

“There’s nothing to apologize for. The reason I admire Queen Greta is that she killed all my enemies when I was in my most difficult time, leaving me alone so that I could become rich overnight and focus on my training to reclaim what was mine. I should thank you because your mother gave me tremendous help.”

There is no love without a reason. If Diane was a ray of light in the head maid's darkest time, then Queen Greta was a ray of light in Isabella's darkest time. That's why Isabella was able to dote on Queen Greta's son.

"Oh, I'm afraid she never imagined that helping you would end up helping me. Did the teacher have such a hard life before?"

Diane followed Isabella's footsteps, surrounded by eerie and terrifying things: skeletons, snarling beasts, and sinister vampires.

"Yes, I guess they didn't do it because they thought I was too young. They probably never imagined that I would be able to take care of her son one day."

Isabella suddenly laughed. Seeing that there was no one around, she used her free hand to pick up Diane and looked at Diane's face, trying to find traces of Queen Greta on her face.

Unfortunately, there was nothing (it was never going to happen). She was carefully observing when Diane leaned in and kissed her. Isabella then let go of Diane's hand and wiped her face from the kiss.

"Your father is truly amazing. There's absolutely no trace of Her Majesty the Queen. If it weren't for the Holy Blood, I would never have dreamed that you were a descendant of Queen Greta."

Isabella is still seething with anger, just like how Diane would react if she exposed the head maid, causing envy throughout the entire material world.

"Thinking about it would be wrong; wouldn't that have already been noticed by the gods?"

Even if Diane and Queen Greta look alike by only a third, they are both humanoid succubi, attracting attention wherever they go.

"Well, I have to thank you for your looks. Alright, we're here!"

Isabella led Diane to a castle. As if sensing Diane's arrival, a group of servants were already standing at the gate, all of them young women in their late teens or early twenties.

"These are all my blood slaves, each one a pure virgin. If you take a fancy to any of them, just do it!"

Isabella said nonchalantly to Diane. The maids looked at Diane, who was holding hands with Isabella, in astonishment. This was the first time Isabella had said this to anyone. They were all blood slaves carefully selected by Isabella, and Isabella never tolerated anyone else touching them.

Her tenderness and affection were reserved only for Diane; she rarely showed it to her own sons, and at least Lorraine never received such affection.

"Oh, I've taken a liking to you, teacher. Stop with all this, I want to cultivate!"

Diane couldn't wait any longer and shook Isabella's hand.

"You're too impatient. You need to relax your mind and body during your first training session, understand?"

"Oh, so you mean... I understand!"

Diane hugged Isabella.

(End of this chapter)