Do you all know the future?

Chapter 88 is still ongoing.

Isabella's words caused a huge uproar in the crowd. Such pure love was as resilient and clear as pure ice.

No one knows what the dead Duke Ryan was thinking, but most of the people present were filled with jealousy and envy, wishing they could kill Diane, who was in Isabella's arms.

But under the angelic gaze of Isabella, he dared not show any hostility and could only turn his head away, feigning embarrassment.

"But I, but I..."

Diane showed her inner conflict at this moment. Isabella was so fragrant and soft. Who wanted a queen? If anyone wanted a queen, it would be his Queen Greta.

"I will help you, help you become the King's Consort, the most honored man in Tudor..."

Not only was she not jealous, but she also fed Diane the food, gently stroking Diane's head while ignoring the incredulous expressions around them.

Being forced to eat such a mouthful of dog food, some people feel disgusted, while others feel despair. Isn't this just like an angel taking over?
For example, Knicks, who seemed invisible in the crowd, clenched his fists tightly, not daring to look at Diane with overly hostile eyes.

He gritted his teeth, like everyone else, as if he couldn't understand why the noble and beautiful Isabella would love Diane so much.

"We have the location map; it's on the northwest side of the Storm Sea..."

This awkward situation did not last long, as new knights appeared in the palace, bringing new messages.

The knight was holding a pile of papers, where the Holy Lance Valentin had been lost. Isabella picked one up at random.

"Alright, let's get ready to go to the Storm Sea. I'll help you find the Holy Lance Valencienne."

Isabella released Diane, took his hand, and pulled him towards the palace gates.

Due to the herd mentality, most of the people who passed this round of testing also took maps and headed out, afraid that they would miss the Holy Lance Valentin if they were late.

The same was true for Knicks. He took a marked map, left the test palace, and walked in the shadows.

"Damn it, damn it, how did it turn into this? Oh well, it's better than before, and this way we can probably get more power from the demons. Demons and angels, let's see who's stronger!"

Nix muttered to himself, and with that thought in mind, he hurried home to prepare, as he was going to set sail to find the Holy Lance Valentin.

He rushed home, just like those who were impatient, worried that if he arrived late, all his sacrifices would be in vain.

However, someone was waiting for her at home, which put his preparations on hold.

"Knicks, I want to marry you!"

The girl's tearful sobs were heartbreaking.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?"

Knicks felt a jolt of shock, somewhat unable to process what was happening. Hadn't Moorea just rejected him a few days ago?
"Lorraine, Loran came to my house to break off the engagement. He gave my father all the things we had together. You're all I have left!"

Moria's eyes were red. Loran meant what he said; if he said he would annul the engagement, he meant it. Loran wasn't really a coward; he was just too arrogant and was being manipulated by Moria.

Loran thought to himself, "I am the heir of the noble Stuart family, and you are my fiancée. How could you not love me? Since you love me, I should do what a fiancé should do."

It wasn't that he liked Jasmine so much, but rather that before his pride and confidence were shattered, he never imagined that his fiancée would like another man, or that she would want to leech off him to support someone else.

Having learned his lesson, he now understands, so he naturally gave up on Moria. At the banquet, most of the noble ladies were seducing him; what was Moria compared to them?

"You called off the engagement? You called off the engagement?"

Incredulity once again graced Knicks' handsome face; today's events had been far too stimulating for him.

"Well, so Knicks, marry me! You've always said you wanted to marry me, right? Now I can marry you!"

Jasmine blushed slightly as she looked shyly at Knicks, the very man she had always loved.

Lorraine didn't understand her like the Knicks did, nor did she cherish her like the Knicks did. Lorraine was too proud, assuming his fiancée would definitely love him. She was an independent, modern woman, not a commodity.

"Marry you?"

Nix looked Moria up and down, his heart sinking. Moria hadn't come to see him for days because she was angry with him for attending the marriage selection event, and now she had come looking for him.

"If Lorraine doesn't marry you, will I? My current target is Her Majesty the Queen, and you yourself said that she has nothing to do with me anymore."

After weighing the pros and cons, the Knicks bluntly rejected Moria's advances and even used Moria's words to shut her up.

"I was just saying that out of anger, and how could you possibly marry the Queen? You don't have that ability!"

Moria's face turned deathly pale at first, then she retorted to Knicks, "What level is Knicks at that? He wants to marry the Queen?"

"How could I not have the strength? I've already... The final arena battle of the Queen's selection has been changed to the search for the Holy Lance Valentin, how could I not have a chance!"

He suddenly clenched his fists, almost letting slip that he had made a deal with the devil.

Nix originally wanted to form a marriage alliance with Moorea's family, but Moorea couldn't let go of her feelings for Duchess Stuart.

He's now on a path of no return. Jasmine said she turned back, but how could the Knicks turn back?

"What do you mean? What about your promise to me? You..."

This was the first time Moria had heard this news. Her expression twisted into horror, and her reddened eyes turned into anger.

"I made promises to you, I even proposed to you, but you didn't say yes, did you?"

Knicks wasn't one to act on emotion; he was perfectly clear from the beginning that his eyes were fixed on Moria without a trace of tenderness.

“You used to think that Loran was your destiny, and I was just a tool for your pleasure. Rejecting me was like a thirty-year-old unmarried woman making the demands of a twenty-year-old. Don’t you think that’s ridiculous? Isn’t it only natural for me to reject you now?”

The Knicks are not going to give up. They signed a bet with the devil: either they succeed and are admired by thousands, or they fail and are wiped out.

He was able to sign a contract with the demon entirely thanks to the woman in front of him. The commotion that day left him with no way out, fueling his strong desire to possess the queen and attracting the demon.

"I was wrong. I should have agreed to it back then. You love me, right? You love me, right?"

Moria froze, realizing Knicks had seen through her act and she was now playing the victim. This woman knew exactly what was best for him. "I loved you, but not anymore, Moria. You're so selfish! You've never considered me. You don't value my sincerity. I won't marry a selfish woman, Moria! I won't marry you, never!"

The Knicks stood on the moral high ground, pointing fingers. He originally used Moria to leech off Lorraine, and Moria was quite selfless towards him. However, now that he had caught Moria, he didn't agree to her marriage proposal and accused her of being selfish.

Moria couldn't find a rebuttal for a moment, and was even taken aback by these words. Her sweet face became somewhat ferocious as she held back her anger.

"I'm going to find the Holy Lance Valentin. Even if I don't find the Holy Lance and fail to marry the Queen, I won't consider you. Go away. I don't want the woman Loran doesn't want either. With your fickle nature, will you just think about other men after I marry you?"

The Knicks have completely abandoned all pretense of civility; if they can't win, they're doomed. Moria is just a burden, and they need to move forward with a clean slate.

"How could you say that? I, I..."

The humiliated Jalia looked as disgraced as when Loran broke off their engagement. Her sycophant had stopped fawning over her for a day and even called her a slut. Jalia wanted nothing more than to slap Knicks across the face, but she was no match for him.

"Did I say something wrong? You're clearly Loran's fiancée, yet you want my affection but don't want me to replace Loran. You expect others to cater to your temper, but you're intolerant of others. What are you thinking?"

"I liked you before because I thought you were someone I could benefit from. Otherwise, do you think I truly liked you? I'm getting ready to set sail, so don't get in my way!"

Nix used to only dare to complain about Moria's many flaws in his mind, since he still needed to rely on her. Now that he was determined to succeed, he dared to say anything. He ignored Moria as she went into the room to prepare the equipment for going to sea.

Left behind, Moria was struck dumb, completely dazed. Her status as the center of attention seemed as illusory as the moon reflected in water, and her supposedly ingenious plan appeared like a clown's act to others.

The pressure drove Moria to want to scream and shout wildly, but no sound came out of her throat, as if someone had choked her. She received no sympathy for admitting defeat, and she received even less sympathy for regretting it.

"Beautiful lady, have you ever heard of the Devouring Cult?"

Moria walked out of Nix's house in a daze. A voice rang in her mind, and Moria's empty eyes lit up.

When Knicks came out and didn't see Moria, he breathed a sigh of relief. If Moria had stayed at his house, he really wouldn't have had a good solution. He couldn't hit Moria, much less kill her, and her interference would have been very annoying.

He grabbed the map and hurried to the dock, believing that many people were already heading to the area on the map and he didn't want to fall behind Diane.

However, they don't need to worry, they won't fall behind, because Diane didn't set off, and someone came to Diane's house.

"It's been a long time, Mrs. Terri. What brings you here to see me?"

Diane, accompanied by her maid, prepared to retrieve the Holy Lance. Just as she was about to leave, Terri, with her healthy, wheat-colored skin and sunny, spirited smile, was already waiting outside.

"I'm here to help you. I just heard that the final competition of the marriage selection has been changed to finding the Holy Lance. I'm familiar with the Holy Lance, so please let me help you find it."

Terri pleaded, her gaze lingering on Diane's lips, as if recalling their passionate kiss at the party.

"No need, I am confident that I can find the Holy Lance myself. I will trouble you, Mrs. Terri."

Diane waved her hand. "Who knows the Holy Lance better than its owner? The head maid is no better than Terri."

“With me here, the chances are better, and I am willing to help Your Highness become a Tudor prince.”

Isabella prepared the ship and went to get ready. Seeing that there were no outsiders, Terry was able to address her as Princess Diana.

"I have the ability myself, I don't need it!"

Diane felt that Terry was quite troublesome; how could a stranger have gotten the Holy Lance so quietly?

"With me here, it will be easier to find His Highness. After all, he is a national treasure of Ishtar!"

Terry was adamant; after learning about Diane and her husband from her diary, her stance had completely shifted towards Diane.

"Madam Terri, regarding the Holy Lance, why don't you first explain where you've been these past few days? You kissed your master and then disappeared. Your master has been thinking about you for a long time."

Seeing that the two had differing opinions, the head maid stepped in to mediate.

"I'm arguing with my husband. That wretched man doesn't know His Highness's identity and actually wants me to get close to His Highness to open a channel of communication with the Stuart family!"

Terry was filled with resentment when she talked about it. Jo was genuinely jealous, but since the outcome couldn't be changed, he resorted to underhanded methods.

Since she was going to be cuckolded anyway, she might as well be legitimate. That way, she could still gain value from both Terry and Diane. So, Terry, who originally planned to become Diane's lover to torment Joao, hasn't been contacting Diane for the past few days, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"Marquis Qiao is truly generous!"

The head maid was also taken aback. As a fellow conservative Ishtar, she knew how terrifying it was for such words to come from the mouth of an Ishtar, especially since the other party was an angel-level powerhouse.

"What magnanimity? He wished he could kill His Highness, but he didn't dare to because His Highness was under Dean Isabella's protection."

Terri gave a disgusted look. She got angrier every time she read the diary. She was even more annoyed when she thought about her husband who left early and came home late. He had abandoned his homeland to build a foreign country. All her feelings were like a dream bubble that would burst at the slightest touch.

"Oh, that's more like a man from Ishtar. Marquis Joao is really good at enduring!"

The head maid nodded in understanding. Given the conservative atmosphere in Istia, the description of Joo by Terri was the normal situation.

"Like a tortoise, I didn't want to help him with this kind of thing, so I didn't contact His Highness for the time being. I was just waiting to see if there was anything I could do to help His Highness. Then the Holy Lance was stolen, and I had the opportunity to search for the Holy Lance with His Highness!"

While waiting for the right opportunity, Terri was also organizing her diary to determine the differences in behavior between Diane and her husband.

"Is your relationship with your husband that bad?"

Upon hearing Terri's insults, Diane couldn't help but say that such deep-seated resentment was truly rare.

“Do you know how he lied to me? I helped him steal the Holy Lance Valentin, and he said it was for the country, but I didn’t expect it was for his personal gain. So my husband is dead now, and he’s just an empty shell.”

Terri's face showed indignation at being betrayed. Her love for her country was a kind of faith, and Joao had betrayed that faith and even mocked it. She really couldn't beat him, otherwise she would have definitely put Joao on the pyre to roast him.

“You said last time that you became the Queen’s consort to save Ishtar, so naturally I will be loyal to you and help you obtain the Holy Lance!”

Terry knelt down, and Diane could see the throbbing impact. She looked at the head maid.

"With the help of the angelic Dean Isabella, the mermaid who lives in the sea, and Lady Terry who is familiar with the Holy Lance, I'm afraid no one will doubt you now."

The head maid whispered in Diane's ear.

(End of this chapter)