Do you all know the future?

Chapter 76 Illegitimate Son

Today, the sun was out in Lando, which was rare. The temperature was not high in the sunset, but many people were reluctant to leave because they wanted to enjoy the faint light of the winter sun. So there were many people on the road. Diane had a lot to say to the head maid, but she was afraid that others would overhear her.

"Master, are you thinking about Queen Greta's weapon?"

The head maid guessed what Diane was thinking and asked with a light laugh.

"Keep your voice down, we'll talk when we get home!"

Diane looked around; there were only a few people around, so it didn't feel like the place to discuss this kind of topic. Every now and then, someone would walk by.

"It's alright, there's no suspicious person around, and that weapon isn't important. What's powerful is Queen Greta, not the weapon!"

She could understand Diane's cautious head maid, but as the owner of the weapon, she felt there was nothing wrong with talking about it.

"Oh, is that so? So you've gained fame by borrowing Queen Greta's name!"

Diane's interest immediately waned. She had said it was something important that could allow a demigod to kill a god, but it turned out to be something that would make her win by doing nothing.

"The Valentin itself is indeed a divine artifact, otherwise Queen Greta wouldn't have been able to use it to kill a god. However, to successfully kill a god, the weapon is only the standard. The evil god lowering his cultivation level to enter the abyss is the condition. Finally, Queen Greta's tenacity in the face of near death is the reason why she was able to successfully kill the god despite the difficulty!"

The head maid explained the difficult conditions, explaining that the main reason she was able to kill the god was because he was careless and dared to come to the abyss in his true form. His strength had been suppressed to the level of a god, and he thought he was invincible. He thought he had a way out and could retreat, and then he was killed.

"It's a treasure, but not as amazing as people say, right? Let them fight like dogs, that's fine too. But these demons should understand, right?"

Diane roughly understood what was going on with this weapon; it wasn't as mysterious as it seemed, just an ordinary divine artifact.

"That's right, it's not that powerful, but the gods can't tell their followers the truth. If they were to announce to the outside world that a demigod killed the chief god with his strength, it would be too damaging to the gods' dignity. They can only boast about the power of their weapons so that people will overlook the fact that Queen Greta is the truly powerful one."

"No one can believe that a demigod could kill a chief god on his own. If you can't understand it, you have to find an excuse. Powerful weapons are the excuse."

Seeing that Diane understood, the head maid slowly explained that she herself couldn't believe she had succeeded, as she had been prepared to die.

"I see, no wonder the gods allowed it; this weapon wasn't that powerful after all!"

If it were truly a weapon that could enable demigods to kill chief gods, it would be in high demand and sought after. Bridget's words make some sense; the gods check and balance each other. But if such a weapon were truly available, the temptation would be too great.

"Is the owner thinking of returning it to its rightful owner? There's no need for that; it's useful to me, but not of great use."

The head maid understood Diane's feelings and guessed that she wanted to help her get her weapon back. She reminded her that she didn't need the weapon, at least not at this stage.

“Margaret, you guessed right, but are you sure you don’t need it? This is a great opportunity; it will certainly increase your strength.”

Diane was guessed by the head maid, and readily admitted it, thinking that this would make the maid stronger, and thus make him safer.

"I've told you so much because I don't intend to take this opportunity. If you have this idea, you might as well become the consort of the Tudor Queen sooner. That would be more helpful to me."

The head maid advised Diane to abandon the idea and gave her another goal in a different direction, which was also what Diane was doing now. She didn't want Diane to do anything unnecessary that would affect what Diane was doing now.

"Well, it shouldn't be long before I become the Queen's consort. Hopefully, this time the trouble will be less than expected!"

Diane heeded the advice and put the idea aside, thinking about Bridget's talk of a marriage contest, wondering how many demons would be attracted.

"Don't be afraid of trouble. When trouble comes, just deal with it. Besides, what trouble are demons to you? They might even become your food. I killed my way to demigod status."

The head maid was very composed. Unlike Diane, who was afraid of trouble and liked to avoid it, she preferred to break down, analyze, and solve problems. So what if a demon came? She was the professional at solving them.

“Margaret, you’re right. Maybe we’ve gotten used to hiding, so our mindset has become fixed. We’re actually quite well-off now.”

Diane admitted her mistake and watched as the setting sun cast a long shadow on the head maid. The kind head maid gave people an endless sense of security.

"Everyone is like this, so we need to break free from misconceptions and plan our future properly. However, the person who brought out the Holy Lance must be someone of high status. Who could it be?"

The head maid's gaze drifted into the distance, her thoughts returning to the kingdom of the past. She wondered who could have brought the weapon out. The weapon was kept in her armory, and very few people had access to it. She had already narrowed down the suspects to a few people who might have stolen and sold the Holy Lance.

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me!"

Even if a suspect is identified, it has nothing to do with her. Ishtar has become a living hell, and Queen Greta has already perished.

"How can it be unrelated? There will be a reckoning later. It would be better if these people died at the hands of demons, so they can escape the reckoning."

Diane snorted coldly. The demons had vented their anger for the maid. Ishtar was now in a state of chaos, all killed by the demons, though some had escaped.

But Diane was still not satisfied; she wanted to kill even those who had slipped through the net and didn't want to let anyone go.

"These people probably regret it now, and hopefully they can live in despair until the time of reckoning."

The head maid remained calm and unhurried. She was not in a hurry. Although she hated the betrayal of the nobles, the recent news had already satisfied her. The demons' slaughter did not evoke any pity in her; on the contrary, it made her feel happy.

It's as if I see someone ignoring advice, arguing, and then falling into a pit, which makes me feel quite satisfied. And the greatest source of hatred, the gods, cannot be eliminated in a short time.

"The current situation is perhaps worse than killing them. They have no status, their lives are precarious, and they are constantly worried about demon attacks. A group of demons from the abyss have fled, but there are endless ones."

Diane laughed out loud as well. The price of betraying the head maid was borne by the entire Ishtaria, especially by the nobles, since their assets were land. Most of them couldn't run away; if they fled to foreign countries, no one would care.

But what did it matter to Diane that the nobles were living such a distressing life? He just wanted to laugh, to laugh at these short-sighted people.

“That’s right. Otherwise, why would someone flee to Tudor with the Holy Lance? They were probably frightened by the demons, which is why they fled to the westernmost kingdom. But they didn’t expect the demons to be released by the gods.”

The head maid sighed with emotion. Tudor was no longer a pure land; demons had appeared here too. She wondered if these people would regret coming to Tudor after offering their treasures, even though they had nowhere else to go.

"It's normal to be deceived after believing in God's words. I'm home now, another day has passed. I had a nice chat with Bridget, but the thought of wasting time makes me feel guilty!"

Diane walked to her front door and waited for the head maid to open it. She reflected on her day, which consisted of chatting with Bridget and doing nothing else.

Diane wasn't a workaholic, but she wasn't a fool who was indifferent to danger and only realized the need to work hard when danger came knocking on her door. Today, she didn't study or cultivate, and she couldn't help but feel guilty.

"With proper work-life balance, becoming a royal consort doesn't require much effort from you. The Tudor Queen has already considered your abilities, so just follow the steps."

The head maid didn't open the door, but the door was opened by her.

"Sister Margaret, Brother Master, welcome back!"

The little maid, lifting her skirt, imitated the head maid with elegant manners; it seemed the head maid's instruction was already showing results. "You're back! Are you hungry? Here, I brought you some food; you shouldn't be cold yet!"

Diane lifted the lunchbox with one hand and touched the little maid's blue hair with the other. The smooth hair slid through her fingertips, giving Diane the feeling of touching silk.

"I'm hungry. Thank you, Master. You came back so late today. Did that woman force you to stay?"

The little maid picked up the food box with both hands, puffed out her cute chubby cheeks, and complained about Isabella's insatiable greed.

"No, it's because of another woman. I'm a womanizer, so don't hate Teacher Isabella."

She fiddled with her headband, turning the small headband into a tiny crown, making the little mermaid look like a mermaid princess.

"Alright, I'll listen to my master. Is this woman pretty? Is she prettier than the red-haired woman?"

The girl innocently said that she couldn't remember other people's names, so she used substitutes, which sounded childish and amusing.

"You've seen her, she's the woman who fished you out of the water. Do you think she's pretty?"

Diane curled her blue hair on her fingers. The little maid had already opened the lunchbox and was eating. She looked really hungry; her attitude towards Isabella just now probably indicated that she was starving.

"She's not as pretty as my mom, and she's wicked, so wicked, she actually tried to sell me."

Biting into small pieces of meat, the little mermaid showed no gratitude to Bridget, who was no different from those who wanted to capture her.

"Is Mommy pretty? Melu will definitely be even prettier than Mommy when she grows up!"

Diane was careful because Melu's mother had died, and he was afraid of triggering Melu's grief.

"Yes, yes, then I can be my master's lover!"

Diane overheard the maid's fragmented words and glanced at the head maid, wanting to ask, "Did you teach her this?"
The head maid's smile remained unchanged, showing an attitude of tacit approval, which made Diane want to facepalm. Luckily, the little maid's mother was not there, otherwise, this kind of behavior would definitely cause a scene.

"Let's talk about it when you're older and your mind is clearer. Do you even know what a lover is?"

Diane tapped her little head. He had no interest in the little girl Diane and didn't want to brainwash her. He wanted to correct the little mermaid's perception.

"It's a relationship where you don't get married, just sleep together and have children. We mermaids don't get married."

The little mermaid covered the spot where Diane had hit her, looking quite proud, while Diane's face darkened.

"Alright, don't say things like that again. You can think about this kind of thing properly when you grow up into a young woman!"

Diane didn't know how to scold her for a moment. What she said made a lot of sense, with clear definitions and smooth logic.

"Oh……"

The little mermaid responded with a sound of agreement, rubbed her head, and continued to eat, readily agreeing to Diane's request.

"You didn't talk back? You didn't ask any questions?"

Diane was quite curious; was the little mermaid eating and not wanting to talk?
"Although I don't know what Master Brother means, Master Brother wouldn't harm me,"

The little girl has clear logic, much like Diane. Diane is just as clueless about the head maid, knowing that the head maid wouldn't harm him anyway.

"..."

Diane smiled happily. It felt so good to be trusted. She softened the touch on the little girl's head, which made the little girl, who was eating, uncomfortable. She looked up and nuzzled against her.

Sincerity begets sincerity, provided he doesn't know that this little girl is the reincarnation of a god who has lived for countless years, and all her actions are just an act.

"Master, when do I grow up? Do I grow up after taking a nap?"

The little girl, who was eating, asked curiously. With her innocent and naive expression, Diane initially suspected that she was making a dirty joke, but in the end, she thought that she was just overthinking it.

"Eat well, you'll grow bigger slowly. Of course, you also need to sleep well and get appropriate exercise. Let's go out for a walk to digest in a little while."

Taking the child out to play, since the weather was still nice today, and we couldn't keep her cooped up at home every day, Diana often took her out for walks in the evenings. It wasn't because of her status; she even wanted her to go to school.

"Yay, Master, I'm done eating..."

The little maid was already eating very quickly, but now she was eating even faster, her cheeks stuffed full. Diane couldn't help but laugh; the maid really wanted to go out and play.

“Eat slowly…”

"As the master's maid, you should have some manners!"

The head maid's words were effective; the little girl, her mouth stuffed with food, held her breath and slowly swallowed.

"Alright, we're done eating, Master, let's go out and play!"

Clap your hands, and the little mermaid looks expectantly at Diane. Diane hands her a napkin, gesturing for the little maid to wipe her mouth. The little maid suddenly understands.

"They still need to be disciplined; they really have no manners now!"

The head maid sighed, glancing at the little mermaid, who cowered behind Diane.

“She’s just a little kid, teach her a bit more, she’s quite cute. Margaret, let’s go together.”

Diane took the head maid's hand, and the three of them went out for a trip, or at least that's how it looked, ignoring the maid outfits worn by the "mother and daughter".

Just as Diane stepped out of the door that the head maid had pushed open, she discovered an uninvited guest: a female knight in her thirties, clad in mithril armor, with brilliant blonde hair, her features exuding the heroic spirit of a female knight, and her expression tinged with sorrow.

"Your Highness, this is Terri, the Vice-Commander of the Royal Knights of Ishtar, sending her greetings!"

The female knight knelt on one knee, lowering her proud head, and Diane's expression suddenly became quite interesting.

"I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"You are Queen Greta's illegitimate son and the king of Ishtar. Please go back and save Ishtar."

(End of this chapter)