Do you all know the future?

Chapter 78 Quarrel
After the female knight left and she returned to her bedroom, only she and the head maid remained. Diane's expression turned fierce.

"Just let her go like that? What kind of strength and level does she have? Margarita, can't you handle her? Anyway, we're not afraid of the Investigation Bureau investigating us now."

Diane felt a sense of danger as she realized her secret had been exposed, and by a strange woman no less.

“She’s just a paladin, taking her down isn’t difficult, but judging from her words, she could be an asset to our return to Ishtar. Also, attacking her would easily attract the attention of others. Her husband is also an angel, so we’ll have to deal with them together.”

The head maid's heterochromatic eyes flickered as she weighed the pros and cons. Diane's exposed identity posed a danger, but it wasn't fatal.

Terri's attitude didn't seem like that of an ambitious person, otherwise she wouldn't have come to her door so unprepared. Although she knew Diane's secret, it wasn't a fatal one.

Is she loyal to you? Can you trust her?

Diane's expression softened; she had been persuaded by the head maid. If they were allies, then everything was negotiable.

"No, she and her husband, the garrison commander Joao, were both my opponents and frequently opposed the policies I implemented. There's no question of loyalty between them."

The head maid recalled, her gaze drifting to the window. She slowly shook her head. Her previous isolation and alienation in Ishtar was not an exaggeration; she relied entirely on her personal martial prowess to intimidate others.

"Then you still..."

"After you hear what I have to say, I used to think that she was only raising objections for her own selfish interests, or simply for the sake of opposing."

"Now it seems that she truly believed in what she was doing, and that she believed what she was doing was beneficial to the country!"

"Her husband is an angel, and she is a paladin, not one of those incompetent nobles. They can survive anywhere, and they even thought about going back to save Ishtar. She is truly patriotic."

The head maid's few simple words painted a picture of Diane as someone who was foolish but not malicious.

"Is that so? They could potentially become our future allies? They don't seem very cautious!"

Diane's tense heart relaxed a little, but could this kind of person really become their ally?
She doesn't seem very smart. With such a large bust, she seems rather brainless, yet she comes to our door so aggressively.

The master was beaten to death by a flurry of punches, and Diane was finally tricked into revealing her identity.

“Master, you said that you can’t judge a book by its cover, and you also said that many people can’t escape their own perceptions. She’s just that kind of person.”

"If they become allies, then it's hard to say. It needs to be verified. Her attitude is one thing, and her husband's attitude is another. Her husband is not like her; he's a flexible fellow."

The head maid judged based on past impressions and did not jump to conclusions; she was also a suspicious person.

"This is really troublesome. What's going on? How did she know who we are? No, I have to go and ask Teacher Isabella!"

Recalling the places where she might have been exposed, Diane thought for a moment and concluded that Isabella's place was the most likely place. Perhaps it was Isabella who told Loran, and Loran then spread the word.

This identity was something Isabella deduced by guessing herself; Diane never told anyone else.

“Dean Isabella shouldn’t be that careless. It might be a bloodline detection technique. My blood flows in your veins. Although you are a transmigrator, our lives are bound together. I will integrate my spirit into your body, and you are indeed of the bloodline of the Istaya royal family.”

The head maid guessed that she was not omniscient or omnipotent now; she had heard of such a technique, though she did not know it.

"I searched for the bloodline owner through my remaining spirituality and found you, but how could they have imagined that I had a child? I have always been single!"

The head maid was also full of doubts. Diane's claim that the child was hers made some sense, but the problem was that no one could believe that Her Majesty Queen Greta, who was as pure as a saint, would have an illegitimate child.

"Anyway, just go ask and see. It's not like Isabella leaked the information and we're guessing these things."

Diane was anxious, feeling like her intelligence had leaked through a sieve. Fortunately, the head maid's true identity had not been exposed, and there was still room for maneuver.

"Tomorrow, it'll be dark then. Do you know if she's at the academy or back at the castle outside the city?"

The head maid comforted Diane, took her hand, and wouldn't let her leave. Diane thought about it and realized that this made sense.

"Tomorrow you go to Dean Isabella to verify, while I'll take the opportunity to verify Terri's condition."

The head maid planned that at least one person should stay by Diane's side, otherwise she wouldn't feel at ease. For example, she really wanted to find out about Terry's situation, but she was worried about leaving Diane alone here.

The amount of milk left for the little mermaid at noon each day was too small. She couldn't guarantee the little maid's loyalty, and she hadn't expected things to get so chaotic.

By "revealing" her identity, Diane was made to accept the little mermaid's heart. Then, through the milk, she was gradually influenced and eventually completely won over. The problem was that the little mermaid hadn't drunk the milk for more than a few days.

"Alright, forget all that. The most important thing is that Margaret's strength is restored. Your Majesty, please finish the marriage selection quickly. I can't wait to become your husband!"

Diane calmed herself down, muttering complaints about the Tudor Queen's selection of a husband, which she attributed to the head maid's power.

"Aren't you the King's Consort, His Highness Prince of Istaya?"

The head maid smiled, and her appearance slowly changed. Her noble and sacred face was breathtakingly beautiful, and her heterochromatic eyes were deep and beautiful, as if sculpted by the Creator.

"Indeed, I am the Prince of Ishtar. Who could possibly betray you, my Queen!"

Diane hugged Queen Greta, burying her head in her chest. Who was so blind to such a beautiful queen?

"My husband would never betray me, but I can't say for sure!"

Queen Greta pinned Diane to the bed, thinking about the milk she needed to prepare for the little mermaid at noon; she now needed to milk her.

“You’re right. Taking someone’s money is like killing their parents. I believe I have the strength to suppress all enemies. I don’t take factional struggles seriously. I haven’t cultivated a loyal faction to fight against. If I unite with people who share my interests, their rebellion is to be expected.”

Queen Greta kissed Diane carefully. She finally understood the theories Diane had taught her and realized how crude she had been before. She thought the voices of these people were unimportant and therefore did not control them.

"It's alright, at least this time you still have me, and I still have you. Your Majesty, please undress!" Diane was very fond of the Queen's appearance. She didn't know if it was because of the blood connection, but no matter how she looked at her, she liked her without any flaws.

"Don't you like wearing clothes, Your Highness?"

Greta said with a smile, simply lifting the hem of her skirt.

"If you're dressed as a queen right now, you might want to dress up for something new. You're used to seeing maid outfits, so it's better to go naked!"

Diane tugged at Queen Greta's clothes, feeling the fullness and voluptuousness beneath them.

"The Queen of Knights outfit? Seeing the female knight outfit today, are you getting a feel for it? It's a pity my mithril armor was burned."

Queen Greta assumed that Diane had taken a liking to the female knight after seeing Terry's attire and had developed feelings for her; she was the most famous knight queen.

"No, but that armor is really sexy, especially those fleshy thighs..."

Diane touched Queen Greta's firm thigh and seemed to feel something, as if she was thinking of Greta in armor.

On the other side, Terry, who was being talked about by Diane and Queen Greta, felt a chill on her thigh. A cold wind blew by. Her well-trained and agile figure should have made her immune to the cold, so she could only blame it on her bad start today.

Nothing could persuade Diane. The diary clearly stated that Diane would restore Ishtar and restore Queen Greta's honor. So why did she take the initiative to surrender today without making a ripple?

"You're back? Where have you been? I didn't even have a female companion when the Queen received me today!"

A critical voice—Terry heard her husband's accusations as she stepped into the house.

"Did the Tudor Queen receive you? What did she say? Was she willing to send troops to help our Ishtar?"

Ignoring her husband's accusations, Terri asked with concern, "This is a very important question. We came to Tudor not entirely for the sake of Diane, the Queen's illegitimate son, as mentioned in the diary. Our main purpose is to save Ishtar."

"..."

"What, she's unwilling? Even the Holy Lance Valentin didn't tempt her? Isn't she envious of Ishtar's wealth?"

Seeing that her husband remained silent, Teresa assumed that the plan had failed and found it hard to believe that she had accepted the head maid's explanation because she herself had come with the same intention.

“Today when I met with Her Majesty the Queen, I did not discuss the matter of borrowing troops for rescue. Instead, I asked Her Majesty for a title, as I wish to become a Tudor noble.”

Qiao was a muscular middle-aged nobleman with a square face full of determination and courage, who looked like a righteous knight.

However, what he said made Terri's vision go black, and an incredulous expression appeared on her face. She was stunned by what Joo said.

"What are you saying? Becoming a Tudor nobleman, are you betraying Ishtar?"

Terri was shocked by the question, unable to believe that these words came from her husband's mouth. Her fists clenched, her eyes blazing with fury, as if she were about to burn Joao to death.

“Terry, wake up. Ishtar is finished, completely finished. Maybe the Church will cleanse the demons and guard the abyss again, and a new kingdom will be born there. But that has nothing to do with us. To be honest, I never planned to go back after leaving Ishtar. It’s already a den of demons. No one can stop the evil god from devouring it.”

Qiao shouted at Terry, who stared blankly for a moment before becoming even angrier.

"You, you made me steal the Holy Lance under the guise of my position so that I could gain a new position in Tudor in order to escape from Ishtar?"

Terri was so agitated that she stammered, her blonde hair trembling. She was so angry, feeling betrayed by her husband.

“That’s right. Angels can be respected everywhere, but they can also become pawns or be marginalized. The Holy Lance can be used for self-defense, and at the same time, it can be offered to the Tudor Queen as a sign of loyalty.”

Joao no longer intended to hide it from Terri. The Holy Lance had already been handed over to the Tudor royal family, and the terms had been agreed upon. Now it was time to be honest with Terri.

"Loyalty? You betrayed Ishtar and you're talking to me about loyalty? Have you forgotten why we opposed the Queen in the first place? It was to make Ishtar a better place. Now demons are rampant in Ishtar, and instead of thinking about going back to save the people there, you've run away to accept a title from another country?"

Terri gripped the longsword at her waist tightly in anger, not because she was still rational, but simply because the even more powerful aura emanating from Joao had intimidated her.

"Times have changed. Back then, Ishtar was a paradise on earth, the most developed place in the entire Western Continent, so of course we had to work hard for it. Now look at Ishtar, cultists are rampant, evil gods are constantly descending, and demons are emerging one after another. We still want to save Ishtar? Even if the Queen were alive, she probably couldn't do anything about this situation! You want me to save Ishtar?"

"The people, the lowly, those lowly people deserve it. They cursed the Queen every day and thought the Queen needed the power of faith and needed to please them. Now that they know the Queen has fallen, no one needs their faith anymore. The devil only wants their souls."

"Do you know how difficult it is to escape from Ishtar? The gods' blockade doesn't just block demons. We were lucky to get out this time. You still want me to go back? I was already lucky to bring you out."

Qiao looked righteous. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. Perhaps he had made a mistake by not bringing his people along, but he had brought his wife, and he felt that he had already fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband.

"No, no... How could you, you're not like this..."

Terri loosened and tightened her grip on the sword hilt, wanting to cleave her husband's sophistry in two. What did he mean by not being able to get her out? Without the Holy Lance and the Tudors' inside help, Joao's desire to escape was nothing but a pipe dream.

But she couldn't win; she was just a paladin, while her husband was an angel-level powerhouse. She wanted her husband to find a reason to persuade her, but Joao had already given up pretending.

“I’ve always been the same, nothing has changed. Terry, don’t be so naive. You don’t have the power of our Queen. Do you really believe that what we did before was for the people? I am a nobleman, and we have always protected the interests of the nobles.”

"Don't get so caught up in your own words that you believe it yourself. You're making it seem like the things those lowly people did to harm their interests are hidden. They can't see the difference between long-term and short-term interests, and you shouldn't be able to either."

Joo's words were filled with contempt for the common people, which made Terri think clearly. His words did indeed make Terri sober. Her mind was buzzing as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer, but her thoughts were also incredibly clear.

"I understand……"

Terri felt her heart tighten. The figure in front of her blurred. The man before her, Joao, was no longer the husband who used to talk so confidently about the future of the country with her.

He's just a despicable political opportunist.

(End of this chapter)