Do you all know the future?

Chapter 81 Let's Dance

Diane and Isabella spent ages checking the accounts but still couldn't get them right, though they did manage to get them right.

After some time and adjustment, the matter was over. After all, there wasn't much time or energy to investigate further. However, Diane's doubts only grew stronger.

Has Her Majesty the Queen registered for the marriage selection?

She lifted Diane up a little so he wouldn't be resting his head on her chest. Unable to find any clues to reveal anything, Isabella became concerned about Diane and the Queen.

"I've signed up, and I already know about the final test: finding the lost Holy Lance, the one Queen Greta used!"

Diane and Isabella can share information without reservation.

"The Queen's Holy Lance, that should be useful to you. I'll use it as a weapon for you!"

When Isabella heard about the Queen's Holy Lance, she probably thought of the legend of the Queen's Holy Lance.

"How can a mage like me use a spear as a weapon? Don't think that just because it's Queen Greta's weapon is suitable for me. Besides, even if I wanted it, Her Majesty the Queen might not give it to me!"

Diane thought Isabella was being delusional. She had forced him to follow the path of a mage, as being a knight would make him too vulnerable to injury and exposure.

"You're her husband now, why won't you give it to her? Why are you being so formal? Besides, don't you have the Holy Blood? Even if you disagree at first, you'll agree later!"

Isabella ruffled Diane's hair, trying to make him feel a little more like the protagonist.

"Oh, that seems to be the case. I'll ask her for it later!"

Even if I don't need it, the head maid can use it, so I should definitely get my hands on it.

"That's right. Speaking of which, shouldn't a treasure like the Holy Lance be in Ishtar? Although it seems that most cities have fallen, the King should be alright!"

Isabella asked curiously, "How were such strategic treasures transported out?"

She didn't know that the rumors about the strategic treasure were exaggerated; it wasn't actually that powerful, at least not in Queen Greta's possession.

"I don't know then. Are Terri and the others the ones who brought the Holy Lance here?"

Diane immediately made the connection, and Isabella, who had been calm, suddenly realized something.

"That means the diary is very likely real. Since she could steal the Holy Lance, she could probably steal the diary too. She just made a copy and kept the original for herself!"

Isabella did not let go, and gave a seemingly reasonable reason.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The head maid's novels don't include Diane's childhood, let alone her diary entries. After all, the maids never breastfed or cared for babies, except for Diane, who was like a big doll.

"Stop talking. There's too little information. There's no need to argue about this. Their actions are treasonous. Ishtar knows they stole the Holy Lance."

Isabella frowned. Stealing strategic weapons would be a serious crime in any country, especially if it was indeed the work of Terri and her group.

"Oh right, so they wanted to take me back to atone for their sins. But that doesn't make sense. Why did they give up on taking me back so easily? Sigh, they still didn't know enough."

Diane made a guess, then felt it was contradictory and denied it, finding herself in a huge mystery.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it. I'll take care of gathering information. There's a dance tonight, come with me."

Isabella told Diane not to dwell on things, that the worst thing for a superhuman is to be unable to see the light, and if she was going to be unable to see the light, she should stop thinking about it and go find the information she needed.

"What kind of dance party? Your husband just died recently, this isn't appropriate!"

Diane pricked up her ears, heeding Isabella's advice not to think about it. When she heard about the ball, she was reluctant to go, preferring to chat with her family. Besides, Duke Ryan's body was barely cold, and everyone knew that Diane was Isabella's lover. However, it would be too arrogant and attention-seeking to show off at this time.

"What's wrong with that? You're my shield. Do you want to see me get asked to dance by all the men here? They're all drooling over me!"

Isabella patted Diane's bottom, and through the connection, she also felt a tremor; her blood-red eyes were so moist they seemed about to drip water.

"I'm going!"

There's no reason to refuse. I remember Lorraine saying that after his mother's divorce, the number of suitors doubled, and everyone was trying to strike first.

Hiding in at this time is not a good idea!
"Are you afraid of losing me? Don't worry, I won't agree to it even if you don't go!"

Isabella was pleased that Diane ignited so easily, and at the same time, she comforted Diane, squeezing Diane's waist with satisfaction.

"Hmph, I won't even give them a chance. But I'm going to marry the Queen, Teacher Isabella, what are you going to do?"

Diane nudged Isabella; the dean's chair was very comfortable and could easily accommodate both of them.

"What can I do? They're all yours now. What else can I do but reject all advances? Otherwise, how can I agree to anything?"

The beautiful lady pressed on Diane's spine, and Diane felt her whole body relax, enjoying the teacher's massage!
"Uh-huh……"

Diane let out a relaxed sound, quite satisfied with the beautiful lady's answer.

"You wicked thing! You go to great lengths to get your hands on other people's things, but you give away even a little bit of your own!"

Upon hearing Diane's remarks, Isabella laughed out loud, her expression a mixture of affection and wistfulness.

"I'm sorry, I'm just that selfish."

Diane openly and frankly admitted that she doesn't hide her double standards when it comes to relationships, and that letting go is bullshit.

"Alright, if that's what you think, then don't give me the chance to be pursued by anyone else. I'm not asking you to marry me, you must marry Her Majesty the Queen!"

The beautiful woman was languid and alluring; fearing Diane might misunderstand, she gave her a special reminder.

"I won't marry you, and I won't give you a chance to be pursued by others. You want to stand up for yourself... Never mind, teacher, just tell me."

Diane didn't want to guess, so she just asked the teacher directly.

"Idiot, would you hit on a pregnant woman? What are you thinking?"

The beautiful woman gave Diane a subtle hint, and Diane felt her blood surge.
"I would like to, but, but..."

"Do not talk……"

"..."

From morning to afternoon, Isabella's office was always locked and marked "No Trespassing," so no one came to disturb her. In the afternoon, Isabella would lean against Diane and help her change into a luxurious dress after her bath.

"What kind of banquet is it, and what will it be about?"

Diane's dress was very comfortable; Isabella had taken her measurements all over, resulting in a clean and neat dress.

"It seems to be some kind of noble promotion banquet, where someone is being promoted in rank."

Isabella grew increasingly fond of her; the cold, beautiful woman couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, her blood-red eyes filled with amusement.

"What are you looking at? Is he really that handsome?"

Diane spoke boastfully, but Isabella silently nodded, holding his hand. "Drink less. The effects of ten times the Holy Blood are terrifying. You really have no sense of aesthetics anymore!"

Diane was expecting Isabella to retort, but instead, she saw Isabella blush. Diane felt a soft spot in her heart, which was comforting but also embarrassing. She could only pretend to care and squeeze Isabella's hand.

"It would be such a waste not to drink it. That's holy blood. It would be a complete waste. Besides, I like it. You feel comfortable, but I don't feel any increase in my affection for you. The reason I feel affection for you is because you came to me despite the danger. Stop trying to get your hands on the holy blood. I love you, and that's all!"

The roses lowered their heads shyly, their rose-red hair blooming like flowers. Diane's heart, already fluttering like a deer's, was now filled with sweet joy.

Isn't this married woman a little too good at it?

If it weren't for the fact that she had already exhausted a lot of physical and mental energy, and that the head maid was watching with an aunt-like smile, Diane probably wouldn't have been able to hold back.

"Did you gain that much favor back then?"

Diane hadn't considered that it was a crucial plot point; he wasn't there to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, he was just there to clean up the mess.

"Yes, at that time we thought we were going to die in battle. If you hadn't arrived, we might really have died. This is not just about seeing your love for me, but also about seeing your character."

Isabella stroked Diane's hand with her thumb as if touching a work of art.

"Don't let my current behavior fool you. I'm still quite traditional. In my opinion, couples need to protect each other. You've proven that even with all the difficulties and uncertainties, you're still willing to come to me. You've already passed the test!"

Isabella wasn't raised in a greenhouse; with her husband betraying her at close range and various conflicts further afield, her unwavering loyalty was a huge plus.

"So that's how it is. Thinking about it, it makes sense. Unwavering commitment, between husband and wife, hmm..."

Diane's gaze drifted to the smiling head maid. Their shared experiences served as a perfect example, and even Diane couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness for her.

"Of course, it's also because you were shameless afterwards. How could you be so thuggish!"

After praising Diane, Isabella then made a couple of sarcastic remarks, causing Diane to turn her head away in embarrassment, her expression momentarily stunned.

"Terry?"

The woman in the other carriage, with her wheat-colored skin, also turned her head and met Diane's gaze. The female knight was clearly not dressed in knightly attire, but rather in a dress that accentuated her figure; the high collar made her look dignified and elegant.
"Who?"

A reproachful Isabella lifted the curtain, and after exchanging only a glance with Isabella, Terri lowered the curtain.

"The Ishtar nobleman who knows my identity and still wants me to go back to my death?"

Diane reminded Isabella, and Isabella finally realized what was happening.

"Oh, it's her! They're going this way too, to the palace? I was just thinking of talking to her, now I have the chance!"

Isabella realized who Diane was describing, smiled, amused by Diane's words, and went back to Istaya to die.

"What are you laughing at? Isn't this just sending me to my death in Ishtar? Don't you even know my strength?"

Diane didn't have much affection for Terri. Terri's words gave Diane a sense of taking things for granted, and had a rather utopian feel to them.

"Perhaps she loves Ishtar too much. Judging from your description, she came out to find you hoping you would go back and turn the tide!"

Isabella watched the commotion from the sidelines. According to Diane's description, the other party wasn't the type to pester her relentlessly.

"Whoever can turn the tide can go; I'm not capable."

Diane rolled her eyes. She figured only the head maid, who had recovered her demigod powers, would dare to mess with them; there were just too many demons and monsters around.

"Don't underestimate yourself, you are Queen Greta's child!"

Isabella also had a kind of blind confidence. After all, Queen Greta was a war goddess in the past, and Diane inherited her spirituality. Even if she couldn't compare to her, she wouldn't be far off.

"Even Queen Greta couldn't outmaneuver those bastards from Ishtar, how could we possibly possibly win?"

Diane compared them, and Isabella remained silent, knowing that Diane was no match for Queen Greta.

"Alright, let's get off the carriage. We've arrived at the palace... We need to go and try to get some information out of her."

Isabella remained silent for a moment, and then they arrived at the palace. The main road leading to the palace was the same road where she had just bumped into Terry.

Isabella held Diane's hand and pressed herself against her intimately, like a newlywed couple, drawing strange looks from many people.

Just as Diane said to Isabella, Duke Ryan had only been buried recently, and Diane's seamless insertion was too fast.

Male nobles generally felt a sense of envy and pain; before they even made a move, Diane was already in their grasp.

Although their relationship had already been established, Diane still seemed to have gotten lucky, and there was no indication that she had put in much effort.

Holding Diane's arm, Isabella, with her aloof and unapproachable demeanor, made Diane feel that without her around, and with Isabella's expression, no one would dare to strike up a conversation with her.

"Too busy to know much about it. Which nobleman was promoted?"

However, ordinary people can't strike up a conversation with her, but extraordinary people can. Isabella approached Eve, and the charming and eloquent Mrs. Eve was surrounded by all kinds of noble ladies. Everyone looked at Diane with curiosity, and some even had their eyes popping out of their heads, coveting the epic spirituality and the scent of Isabella's lover.

"He's a fellow townsman of Lord An, a nobleman from Istia. It seems he contributed the Holy Lance in exchange for a title in Tudor!"

Eve covered her eyes and told the head maid's sparkling daughter what she knew.

"Oh, when did the title of Ourodolite become so valuable that it can be exchanged for artifacts?"

Isabella chuckled. For the strong, titles are optional and not essential, but divine artifacts are a different story.

“Even if you give it to him, he can’t keep it. And it’s not just about changing the title; it’s related to Dean Isabella. He’s been replaced as the Minister of the Navy. It seems he wants to put down roots in Ishtar.”

Eve further explained that the Duke of Lane was the Minister of the Navy, but Isabella didn't care.

"What kind of relationship is this? Although the Stuart family often holds the title of Minister of the Navy, Loran is currently just a Grand Knight. Do you expect him to become a minister?"

The navy is the foundation of the Tudors' existence. The Stuart family has controlled the navy for many years, which is why Loran was able to launch such a heavy attack on the noble classmates. The standard-bearer of the Plain Sea Banner is the pinnacle of nobility.

"That's true, but it might be difficult to command someone who's been parachuted in like this!"

It was none of Eve's business, so Eve chose to watch the show.

"I don't know. I think I just saw this noble lady. She was a very dashing female knight. I heard she's about to enter the Angel Realm. I'd like to get to know her."

Isabella was laying the groundwork to avoid abruptly approaching the female knight later.

"A female knight? That reminds me of Queen Greta. I've heard that Lord Ann met Queen Greta!"

Eve was very good at finding topics to talk about. Although Diane declined the offer from the Peppe family, Eve still liked Diane very much. After all, a mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more the more she looks at him.

“My dear Lord Ann, would you like to dance with me later?”

A simple liking, without any other thoughts, the beautiful snake wags its tail.

(End of this chapter)