Do you all know the future?

Chapter 69 Divine Watch
Reaching a state of complete mental clarity is difficult, but it's quite simple once you master the method. With Isabella's efforts, he quickly achieved that state.

In a state of complete mental focus, even with a snowflake falling white in front of her, Diane didn't think about anything, and her body was relaxed like never before.

Wrapped in a thin blanket, Diana sat cross-legged, her face rosy. A beautiful woman in a thin nightgown stood before her, instructing her on how to cultivate.

"Relax your mind and body, feel your spirituality, imagine your spirituality as a flame, and the spirituality floating around you as firewood."

Guided by Isabella's gentle voice, Diane felt the golden blood flowing through her body, in the tiny veins of her limbs.

He had vaguely tried to sense it before, but he always seemed to miss the mark. The head maid had said that because Diane was in the material world, the material world did not have the spirituality to nourish the Holy Blood.

In Isabella's castle, Diane felt that her heart was like a furnace, greedily devouring the spirituality around her, good or bad. The spirituality entered her heart, was then shattered by her heart, and finally flowed out of her heart along with holy blood, strengthening all parts of her body.

"I want more!"

Soon, the spiritual energy around her was completely burned away by Diane. Without any fuel, Diane's expression revealed a look of withdrawal.

"We can't give it to them!"

Isabella touched Diane's forehead with her slender, pale fingers, and a look of astonishment crossed her face.

"Is this the power of holy blood? Congratulations, you have entered the realm of a mage!"

Isabella smiled with relief. She tried to ruffle Diane's hair, but Diane grabbed her hand.

"I want more, I want more..."

The feeling of absorbing spiritual energy was wonderful; her whole body felt warm and cozy. Diane asked Isabella to give her more spiritual energy.

It's like playing a game and having a great time, but then the internet fee runs out. Even though you feel physically comfortable, you feel disappointed.

"Don't absorb too much spiritual energy the first time you absorb it. You need to master and digest the spiritual energy as it enters your body. Whether you transform it into magic power for practical combat or into divine magic to slay demons, it's fine. If you only absorb it and don't spit it out, you'll burst!"

The beautiful woman withdrew her hand, marveling at Diane's talent. An ordinary person would probably not even be able to get through the door on their first attempt at meditation, but Diane had already transformed spirituality into her own.

Looking at it this way, having slept together with Diane for so long seems a bit unnecessary. Even if Diane had other thoughts in her mind, she could still get into this state. She's too cautious.

"Oh, are we going to learn magic?"

Diane suppressed the discomfort of not having any kindling burning and sensed the energy accumulating in her body, feeling somewhat eager to try it out.

"No, first get used to this feeling of your body being full of energy. Don't try to guide it randomly, or the energy will explode in your body!"

Isabella warned that it was a delicate job, and while most people wouldn't die, many would be crippled for a period of time.

"I understand. Is this what our training is for today?"

Diane was someone who listened to advice. She suppressed her restless heart, slowly stood up, clenched her fist, and felt a lot different from before. Her body felt lighter and stronger.

"That's right. You've already achieved a lot by learning how to draw spiritual energy into your body today. If you learn a couple more spells, you can call yourself a mage."

It was a very smooth lesson. Except for the slightly more difficult movements that required her to bend her knees, everything else went incredibly smoothly.

"That's so simple?"

Diane looked surprised, feeling that this was just like the tutorial in a game, where you meditate and learn spells to successfully change jobs!

"Is it simple? Not at all. It was your spirituality that helped you. Otherwise, some people would never be able to assimilate external spirituality into their own spirituality in their entire lives."

As an educator, Isabella has seen too many people who are unable to absorb the spirituality of others. These people may seem to have awakened their spirituality, but they can only spend their whole lives as knights' squires or sorcerer's apprentices.

"Oh, I still have to thank Queen Greta, otherwise I would have been in big trouble!"

Diane touched her heart, which had just felt like a furnace, and was now beating mechanically. Thanks to the spirituality of the Holy Blood, Diane hadn't had to exert much effort.

"Indeed, even though Queen Greta has fallen, her legacy still protects you; you are replicating your mother's legend!"

Isabella recalled Queen Greta's deeds, and looked at Diane with a more expectant expression.

"What legend? She has many legendary stories."

The head maid used to be the epitome of an overbearing protagonist, and Diane thought it was all too much to show off with things like challenging opponents of higher levels.

"Naturally, it takes seven days to become a Grand Knight, one year to become a Paladin, five years to become an Angel, and ten years to become a Demigod!"

Isabella looked on with admiration. Diane had heard this story before, but it was exaggerated. The head maid had used the power of various realms in advance through a spell, but it was just a formality.

"What, you don't believe me? You don't even believe your own mother?"

Seeing that Diane didn't react, Isabella assumed that Diane didn't believe her, and she smiled.

"Of course I believe it, it's true. But I think replicating it would be a bit difficult. I think becoming a Grand Knight in one year is already impressive enough. Three years to become a Holy Knight, and ten years to become an Angel."

Diane wasn't very confident. Despite having the head maid's original holy blood, she didn't believe she had the head maid's perseverance and persistence.

As for ten years later, the head maid had already returned to her divine position, so the significance of her realm at that time was not very great.

“That’s fine too. At least you know that you should aim to become an angel. My son, on the other hand, is obsessed with becoming a paladin and doesn’t seem to have much confidence in becoming an angel.”

The beautiful noblewoman fiddled with the strands of hair that fell across her forehead. Thinking of Loran gave her a headache. In this world where people act against their conscience, if you feel powerless, then you really are powerless.

“Lorraine and I are at different spiritual levels. You are like me, and you feel that ascending to godhood is difficult. There is nothing to criticize. If you want a son, the minimum goal should be an angel. Then you can have one with me and have him inherit my holy blood. That’s what we can look forward to.”

Diane chuckled and hugged Isabella, kissing her snow-white neck; Diane could only kiss her neck.

"Shameless! My husband just died. What do you want people to think of me?"

Isabella's pretty face was flushed red as if it were about to bleed. She really wanted to take a bite out of Diane. She was somewhat tempted by Diane's words, and the thought of this made her even more shy.

"It's best to say it's a posthumous child while he's dead; otherwise, it'll be harder to say!"

Diane chuckled, showing no respect for Duke Ryan, hoping to make the most of the remaining value of the dead.

"Even Her Majesty Queen Greta's strong bloodline cannot change your appearance. From the moment my child is born, everyone will know that he is yours!"

Isabella spat at Diane, but instead of taking it as nonsense, she began to seriously consider it. Fortunately, the bottle containing Duke Ryan's soul was not there, otherwise Duke Ryan would probably have smashed the bottle again.

"Yes, that's right. Isn't my child good enough? I'm going to be the king's husband, and our child will be the brother of the next king."

Diane chuckled. After two encounters, he had gotten to the point where he could touch Isabella's boundaries. The beautiful noblewoman was exceptionally tolerant and easily embarrassed. As long as he didn't go too far with his teasing, he could keep teasing her.

"You're really boasting. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd gotten the Queen pregnant. But who knows, maybe we'll hear the news of the Queen's pregnancy in a few days?"

Isabella pinched Diane's ear and chuckled teasingly, seemingly thinking of the majestic queen's growing belly, which was caused by her own little lover.

"I didn't...give it to her, it was all for Bridget, how could I be pregnant!"

Diane muttered to himself, then made sure Isabella heard him clearly.

"Huh? What did you say? You didn't use the Holy Blood to control the Queen? What use is Bridget to you? You don't actually want to use your emotions to win over Her Majesty the Queen, do you...?"

Isabella unleashed a barrage of barbs, leaving Diane speechless and still regretting his words.

"Forget it, what's done is done, let it go. Don't be so principled next time. My little lover, not everyone is like me, not everyone loves and pampers you like this because of the Holy Blood!" Seeing that Diane didn't reply and looked ashamed to admit her mistake, Isabella suppressed her temper and spoke softly.

"Lady Margaret can love you because you are her adopted son, and I can love you because you are Queen Greta's son. If Her Majesty didn't have these advantages as a stepping stone, how could she love you? The first time may be important, but for a political creature like Her Majesty, it may not be!"

As she instructed Diane, the married woman gently kissed Diane's forehead, making her tone more acceptable to Diane.

"I know, it won't happen again next time. I understand, if there's another chance like this."

Diane couldn't say that she acted purely on instinct without thinking. She wasn't angry at Isabella's accusations because Isabella genuinely cared about her.

"Such opportunities are rare. No wonder I sensed something was off about the Queen. She wasn't very enthusiastic when talking about you. It turns out you haven't fed her the Holy Blood yet. But there will always be a chance. Don't give up. I will help you become her consort."

Isabella recalled the strange expression on the Queen's face when she met her and the mention of Diane. Now she could understand it; she had preconceived notions that the Queen had become like a cream puff.

“I haven’t given up either. She’s discussed with me becoming her husband. Teacher, don’t worry too much. It’s just that I don’t really want to attend her marriage selection meeting. I feel like some big trouble might arise.”

If she weren't the main character, Diane could at least find it entertaining, but now that she is, she feels the marriage selection ceremony is turning into a ritual of an evil god.

"Are you worried that the Queen has been infected by the evil god? With the blood of a demigod and being watched by a demigod, it shouldn't be that serious. However, if the demigod also sided with the evil god, then it's hard to say."

Isabella's expression turned serious. Although she didn't believe it, she was willing to believe it if Diane said it.

"No, it's not that serious. I have no evidence. I just feel that these large-scale events give cult members an opportunity to cause trouble under the guise of marriage selection."

Diane quickly denied it, saying that if the Queen were corrupted, she would probably reveal her true colors after sleeping with him; he just had an instinctive worry.

"Of course. Without Queen Greta guarding the abyss, all sorts of monsters and demons will come out. They love to join in the fun. But don't worry, I will protect you. We have two demigods in our kingdom, so don't worry about that."

Isabella's brow relaxed. As long as it wasn't a demigod who had fallen, the other problems weren't really a big deal.

"Queen Greta, alas..."

Do you miss your mom?

Isabella straightened her chest and lifted Diane up, touching Diane's ear and hearing Diane sigh.

"is a bit!"

I want to call the Ishtars idiots, but I've already done it so many times. Thinking about how the Ishtars are suffering now, it's kind of satisfying. It's like those things from the abyss have escaped and are now potentially affecting Diane.

"You can call me Mom!"

"My only mother in this world is Margaret!"

"Hmph, I'm going to admire the flowers in the garden!"

Isabella's expression changed from gentle to stiff. She pushed Diane away and walked towards the garden with a cold face.

"I want to admire the flowers too!"

Diane quickly caught up and took the married woman's hand. Isabella tried to shake her off, but Diane held on tightly without much effort.

"What do you know about flowers? Besides, you don't seem to like blood moons!"

Isabella said coldly, "What does Diane know about flowers? She has no emotional intelligence."

"The blood roses of Tudor are so beautiful, how can we not take a good look at them?"

Diane chuckled, clasped Isabella's delicate hands together, and gazed at her blood-red nails, admiring their slenderness and sensuality.

"Shameless! You really like blood roses? Don't be scared!"

As Isabella walked into the garden, she looked at the blooming flowers and her expression softened, perhaps because Diane's praise had appeased her.

"Are there human skeletons beneath this garden? Are these flowers man-eating plants?"

Diane gazed curiously at the blood roses swaying under the blood moon in the garden, already prepared to accept the shocking truth.

"No, how could you think like that? Isn't that disgusting?"

Isabella looked at Diane in surprise. Diane really thought of planting man-eating flowers in the garden. Humans wouldn't even get fat as fertilizer for the flowers.

"No, that's not it. What's so scary about it?"

Diane gazed at the clusters of blooming flowers, the fragrance of roses filling the garden. Although the blood moon made him somewhat uncomfortable, it wasn't frightening.

"Red is the color of blood. Blood roses are a favorite of our vampires. The appearance of blood roses signifies the appearance of vampires. Ordinary people would feel terrified. Don't you find this scene terrifying?"

Isabella plucked a rose covered in thorns, gently sniffed it with her high-bridged nose, and exuded a languid charm. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the voluptuous beauty or the flower was more alluring.

"Want me to tell the truth?"

Diane looked around at the surroundings. Roses formed walls of flowers, and the cool evening breeze was just right to neutralize the heat of the Holy Blood.

"Just say it, what's so hard to say? I know you humans don't like it, let's go back."

Isabella smiled faintly. Diane's anger had subsided since she was able to come along. If she wasn't going to be a mother, she wouldn't be. She would be the mother of his children later.

"I think this environment is just too perfect for... war."

Diane touched the button on Isabella's pajamas, and Isabella froze.

"Don't do that, you just did it, how could you... be absorbing spiritual energy?"

Isabella nudged Diane, trying to find excuses, never considering that she herself was too alluring. The elegant, noble, and seductive lady strolled among the flowers, the dark environment arousing one's lust.

"Yes, I feel like I'm absorbing more spiritual energy. Teacher, please help me!"

Isabella said that he was going mad from talking nonsense, and Diane accepted that he was.

"We can't stay here, we have to go back, we have to go back!"

Sensing that Diane was nearing her last line of defense, the lady's voice trembled as she nudged Diane's shoulder, urging him to move to another spot.

Although she also felt a thrill, of course, it was different from what Diane felt.

"Why? Isn't this place nice enough?"

I forced myself to bury my head; the moonlight was perfect, and the mood was just right.

"The blood moon in the sky is the eye of the moon goddess, and it can be seen by people."

Isabella looked up at the bright red full moon. She never dreamed that Diane would have such audacity. Angels were already considered small animals in the eyes of goddesses, and there was a high chance that they would be noticed.

"How about a gazebo?"

"Row!"

(End of this chapter)