Do you all know the future?

Chapter 77 Future Diary
Diane was stunned by these words. Terry's low voice was like a boulder thrown into Diane's heart lake, the aftershocks lingering for a long time.

"Let's talk inside!"

The last vestige of Diane's leisurely and carefree mood vanished in an instant, leaving only a cold astonishment and a sudden, rapid heartbeat that pounded against his eardrums like drumbeats. It felt as if all the blood rushed to his head, bringing a brief moment of dizziness.

Diane turned and walked back, her mind racing with thoughts: Had Isabella leaked the information?
Because Diane was certain that he had only told Isabella, or rather, only Isabella had guessed his identity—a false identity.

Even with Loran, Diane didn't leak anything; everything was kept secret.

"it is good……"

Terri knew how explosive the news was and that it wasn't appropriate to discuss it outside the door, so she stood up and followed Diane into the house.

The mithril armor only protected the vital areas; the rest of the skin was exposed to allow for the smooth release of magic, and the fleshy, firm thighs trembled slightly as she walked.

It was a unique beauty that blended the agility of a warrior with the suppleness of a woman. The setting sun cast its rays, reflecting off her smooth skin and outlining captivating curves.

Normally, Diane would unconsciously take a closer look, but she wasn't in the mood to look now; her mind was full of questions.

Diane led Terri to the center of the living room without inviting her to sit down, and stood herself, creating a situation of scrutiny and being scrutinized.

The two were at a loss for words, and the air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only a silent standoff between them and their heavy heartbeats.

"How did you know my identity?"

In the end, Diane couldn't hold back any longer and cut to the chase. There was no need to deny it, so Diane asked directly, since this identity was just a disguise anyway.

Denial seems weak and ineffective, and will only put you in a more passive position. Since the other party has already pointed it out, it's better to directly investigate the source.

He looked at the female knight, then at the head maid. At least the female knight didn't know the head maid's identity, otherwise she would have already knelt down and called her queen, instead of focusing all her attention on him like this.

"I discovered Her Majesty's diary, which contains records about you, Your Highness!"

Faced with Diane's direct questioning, Terri showed no surprise. Instead, she revealed a sense of relief and reverence. She straightened her back, stared intently at Diane, and answered in an almost vow-like tone.

"Her Majesty's diary? May I see it?"

Diane's eyes widened in disbelief. What Void Diary? How could Queen Greta have left his records? He was someone she only met after the head maid left the queen's position.

“That’s right, otherwise how would I know His Highness’s identity? Record it here!”

The female knight spoke firmly, and she took a book out of her bag. Diane took the book and examined it carefully.

It was not an ordinary diary, but a meticulously bound book with a deep, dark purple leather cover and faded silver stitching along the edges, giving it a vintage feel and suggesting it was indeed a royal item.

It contained a detailed account of his birth, the events he had experienced, and his mother Greta's expectations for him.

It's obviously fake. He wasn't born to the Queen at all, and the records are fake too. Diane isn't familiar with the handwriting either, so it's highly unlikely that it was written by the head maid, or even someone who knew the head maid well.

"This is fake!"

Diane denied it outright. He slammed the book shut, slapped it heavily in his palm, and stared coldly at Terri.

The other party clearly didn't want to tell him the real source of the information; the diary was too poorly made, and if Diane was Queen Greta's real son, he would be incredibly embarrassed.

"What's fake about it? If it weren't for this diary, I wouldn't have been able to find Your Highness."

The props were wrong, but the person was right. Diane had just acknowledged his identity. The excitement and piety on Terri's face froze instantly, turning into confusion.

"So what if you found me? You already know I'm an illegitimate child."

For a moment, Diane wanted to cover her face in pain. She had been tricked into revealing her secret by Terri so easily, and she had no choice but to admit it.

His direct questioning was tantamount to admitting his identity. Terri's move was truly "brilliant"—using a fake item, she successfully tricked him into revealing his true identity.

“Illegitimate children also have the right of inheritance, especially if Her Majesty the Queen has not left an heir.”

Terri looked at Diane with burning eyes, her clenched fists revealing the turmoil in her heart. She hadn't expected the diary to be real.

"And you may have heard that Ishtar is currently engulfed in war, and its people are suffering!"

"Since Her Majesty the Queen's passing, those despicable usurpers and ambitious schemers, as well as those foolish traitors who worship both evil and righteous gods, have torn our great nation to pieces. Our people are struggling in misery, enduring pain and fear day and night!"

"Now that Ishtar is in disarray and desperately needs a banner and a leader, Your Highness, if you return to save Ishtar, you will surely be followed by thousands!"

Terri's gaze was fixed on Diane, her eyes filled with pleading; she believed Diane had the ability to save Ishtar.

"What does that have to do with me? Have you forgotten that the Ishtar people have abandoned Mother? I often see slander against Mother, saying that she is a schemer who stole faith in an attempt to become a god!"

"You don't naively think that once I, this so-called 'illegitimate prince,' return, I can raise my arms and call upon all those who once scorned my mother to immediately kneel down and pledge allegiance, and then Ishtar will unite and the problem will be solved, do you?"

Diane felt bewildered; this was simply a fantasy. Even without considering the factors of the gods, it would be difficult. And even if it were possible, why would Diane want to go back?

For that country that should have been destroyed long ago? For those forgetful and selfish people? Although she possessed the claim to Ishtar, Diane would love for the Ishtar to suffer.

"Your Highness, you have misunderstood!"

Terri was eager to correct his opinion; her face was full of anxiety and sincerity.

"The situation has changed! The people of Ishtar have paid a heavy price for their betrayal! They have suffered enough and have finally realized who truly protects them!" "Now they know to cherish our Queen. Evil gods are not to be trusted, nor are righteous gods. Only the Queen is trustworthy. Only the Queen's bloodline, only you, can represent true legitimacy and give Ishtar hope for salvation! Your Highness, go back and save Ishtar."

Terry's face was heavy, and regret welled up in her heart. Having suffered greatly before the gods and evil gods, the people of Ishtar now knew the benefits of being protected by the Queen. They had originally complained about the lack of benefits, but now they had lost their lives.

"You only realize this now? Isn't it a bit too late? No one can save Ishtar from this situation. You think I'm a god!"

Diane sneered. She had betrayed Queen Greta and now regretted it, but what good was that?

Let's apologize first, and apologize with blood. That's just right. These people aren't dying fast enough; Diane isn't happy about it.

“Having inherited Her Majesty the Queen’s spirituality, you are a god. Ishtar has become a den of demons, and only your spirituality can slay the evil.”

Terri knelt down immediately, looking at Diane with the reverence of a god, hoping that he would replicate Queen Greta's miracle.

"Who told you that?"

Looking at the determined and resolute female knight in front of her, Diane felt as if her underwear was about to be seen through.

"This is my investigation. Combining the changes in the Stuart family, your becoming Dean Isabella's lover, and the news of your saving the Stuart family, it's not difficult to deduce this conclusion."

Because the female knight was kneeling, she was looking up at Diane, and Diane could sense her admiration.

"You're quite the guesser. How many people know who I am?"

Diane knew her identity was dangerous. The appearance of the Holy Blood didn't require any other verification; everyone knew she was Queen Greta's child. The Holy-level spirituality originated from Queen Greta; it didn't exist before.

"It's just me, don't worry. I know this is very important and I can't tell anyone easily, otherwise it will be risky to your safety."

As Terri explained, if this secret were to become public, then Diane would have to be tested to see if Her Majesty the Queen's bloodline was truly golden.

"That's good, but I won't go back!"

“I will never forget why my mother failed to ascend to godhood. The people of Ishtar deserve to be like this today. They feel that Queen Greta has harmed their interests, and now no one will protect their interests.”

Diane's words were crisp and decisive, like an invisible barrier erected between the two, her intention to refuse clear and unambiguous, leaving no room for maneuver.

He gestured to the head maid to see if they should take the woman down quietly. When it came to safety, Diane acted coldly.

Despite the fact that the woman before him was a great beauty, he showed no mercy. Looking at Terry, Diane's heart was filled with murderous intent, and beauty was nothing more than smoke in the wind.

Terry's face is not conventionally feminine. Her facial features have the sharp lines typical of Caucasian women, with slightly high cheekbones and a tight jawline, creating a striking and spirited beauty.

Her nose was high and straight, and her lips were full and naturally light pink, but they were tightly pursed at the moment, revealing a stubbornness and unwillingness to give up.

A few stray golden strands of hair clung unruly to her forehead and temples, contrasting with the majority of her hair, which was meticulously styled and simply coiled at the back of her head, adding a touch of wild charm.
Perhaps due to years of exposure to the elements and rigorous training, her skin has a healthy wheat color, delicate yet powerful, rather than the pale, delicate skin of aristocratic women.

Beneath the armor were not slender, delicate limbs, but muscles honed through countless trials, with smooth lines yet brimming with power. Broad shoulders supported the outline of the armor, making them appear reliable and strong.

Her waist was slender and lean, without an ounce of excess fat, creating a striking contrast with her full breasts and hips. Her thighs, in particular, exuded immense power even when she was just standing still. The muscles were a perfect blend of relaxation and firmness, and her smooth skin complemented the luster of her mithril greaves, creating a visually striking combination of strength and beauty.

Diane had no interest in appreciating any of this; all she wanted was to kill. Luckily, the head maid pulled her back, otherwise her murderous intent would have been exposed.

“I do not deny that the Ishtars have wronged the Queen, that the nobles have been greedy and forgotten their loyalty to the royal family. In fact, it was my mistake not to stop them and to remain silent.”

"I never imagined that Queen Greta could be so great. It wasn't until I encountered the demon, who revealed that it was a conspiracy between the evil god and the good god that killed Her Majesty that I suddenly realized what had happened. But that was our kingdom, and it is now in dire straits. We have a duty to save it!"

At this moment, those blue eyes, which were originally as sharp as a hawk's, were momentarily clouded by the rejection, like the dark sky before a storm, having lost the sun's brilliance.

However, she did not give in. Just as many people thought Istya was finished and went their separate ways, she continued to try.

“Is that so? You are very loyal to our motherland and have the ability to save it. Then you should go. My master also needs to restore his identity, but he is not capable. After all, he is not Her Majesty the Queen. He is just a minor mage now, Captain Terry.”

The head maid of the person involved remained calm. She acknowledged the other party's loyalty, and of course, this place was not a good place to kill, or other factors.

"Master needs to cultivate. After all, even Her Majesty the Queen, a genius, needs more than ten years of experience. Wouldn't it be like a lamb being led to the slaughter if Master, who has just awakened his spirituality, went back? Please wait patiently."

“It’s not that the master hasn’t tried. He’s working hard to become the consort of the Tudor Queen and to obtain the fleet that will support his return. Don’t take his angry words to heart.”

The head maid's tone was gentle, unlike Diane's angry words. Her logic was smooth and rational. The female knight's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a hint of disappointment.

"But the people of Ishtar..."

More than a decade later, Ishtar has probably become a wasteland. The gods have abandoned that place, and it has now truly entered a state of chaos and disorder, with civilization destroyed and humanity becoming barbaric.

“I understand your concerns, Your Highness. Going back now is not a good choice, and I respect your decision.”

Seeing Diane's disdainful gaze, her voice was lower and calmer than before. She no longer argued or tried to force Diane with righteousness or emotion, because Diane was not like her "mother" and had no sense of responsibility towards the people.

"It would be best if you could understand. Please keep this a secret, otherwise it will attract the attention of the gods, and they don't want things to be good for us, Ishtar!"

The head maid breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Diane with a reassuring gaze. Diane remained silent, pleading for the secret to be kept.

"I understand."

After trying to persuade Diane but failing, the disheartened female knight decided to go back and look at her future diary again.

(End of this chapter)