Do you all know the future?

Chapter 93 Two halves
Such shameless words caused the Knicks immense psychological damage.

"Your promise to me: give me back my body!"

The Knicks must have lost their minds; he yelled loudly, earning him only stares of disbelief from the others.

"You don't actually think a contract was signed later, do you?"

The evil god's words were mocking, and Knicks' face froze.

"What...did you say? You didn't...sign a contract?"

Knicks stammered, his anger turning into shock. Had he not made a pact with the evil god?
"I made a pact with you before to sacrifice your body and soul without attracting the attention of the Tudor authorities. What happened later was just deceiving you into giving me your body and soul. Now that you've given me your body and soul, why should I make a pact with you?"

The evil god naturally said, "He is a god, why should he accommodate a mortal?" So he took advantage of any loopholes. The body and soul were already in his hands, and he could do whatever he wanted with them.

"Then why did you attack them again? You knew beforehand that An. Dai had holy blood?"

Knicks felt like a joke. He wanted to vent, but found that all he could do was talk, and nothing else.

"No, it's just that these people are indeed delicious. An angel plus a holy lance, I think fulfilling your request shouldn't be a problem. Discovering the holy blood is a truly unexpected surprise. Thank you so much, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find the holy blood."

The god's gratitude chilled Knicks to the bone. His hatred had been completely ignored by the god; the god had truly taken a liking to Diane.

"I actually helped him, this shouldn't be happening. You have to help me kill him, kill Isabella..."

He was so stimulated that the Knicks went crazy, yelling and shouting. The conflict between reality and the plan made him believe only the plan.

"How could I possibly harm my followers for you? But in return for your help, become a complete part of me."

The evil god's eyes were set on Diane, Queen Greta's son, the most prized possession among the evil gods.

"no no……"

Knicks' face became increasingly contorted as he struggled, unable to break free of the gauze-like skin. His eyes, filled with terror and hatred, gradually lost their luster, making him look like a dead man.

Slowly, his pupils moved, moving in sync with the other eyes. His face gradually smoothed out, first his mouth, then his nose, until only a pair of eyes remained, eyes that were indistinguishable from those on the monster's skin.

"Have you thought it through? Become my right-hand man."

The voice of the evil god came again, making an example of the Knicks. His death was chilling; if Diane had refused, he might have died the same way.

"No need to consider it. Your spirituality disgusts me. You know I am a Holy Blood Spirit, how could I possibly get mixed up with you?"

Diane refused outright. His spirit loathed the monster before him and wanted to kill it completely. Submitting to the evil god was also impossible; Diane was unwilling to become like the evil god, who was covered in eyes.

"Are you really not going to consider it? If you think my spirituality is bad, I can hide it. You won't have to die, and even your friends won't have to die. I can generously let them go. I'll only leave you alone."

The evil god, like a lecherous ghost seeing a rare beauty, couldn't care less about maintaining his persona and half-threatened and half-pleaded with Diane.

"Lord An, no, Your Highness An, please grant His request, please grant His request..."

“Yes, Lord Anne, grant His request…”

Whether they were nobles who had fallen into the water or those on the ship, their will to survive was aroused; they all wanted to live, and no one wanted to die.

"You believe the words of a demon? Are you out of your mind?!"

Diane held the Holy Lance, feeling an unprecedented spiritual connection with the weapon; no wonder it became Queen Greta's exclusive weapon.

After being yelled at by Diane, the nobles had various expressions. Some desperately wanted to live and gamble on a chance to survive, but seeing that Diane didn't seem like someone they could control, they couldn't say anything more and could only mutter to themselves.

"You'll die if you don't listen!"

"In this situation, it's best to believe it to some extent."

"What if the evil god keeps his promise?"

"..."

People said this as if the evil god's scare of the Knicks hadn't woken them up, or if their survival instinct was just too strong.

"Why would I lie to my right-hand man? Think about their value; all of them combined don't even equal yours. Why would I cause you any unhappiness for their sake?"

The evil god's words made perfect sense. In the evil god's eyes, a saint-level spiritual being, especially Queen Greta's saint-level spiritual being, was more important than any ordinary god and could not be compared to anything mortal.

“The evil gods are all mentally unstable. Why don’t you let them go first, and I’ll stay here. Once I’ve confirmed that they’ve left safely, I’ll grant your request.”

Diane looked troubled. He didn't believe in evil gods; the previous example had already demonstrated this, so it was normal for him to have doubts at this moment.

Upon hearing Diane's words, all the nobles were stunned. It was too noble; such a spirit of sacrifice was like that of a saint.

"That's a good idea, but it can't take too long. Otherwise, if the other demigods find out, I'll have to go through a lot of trouble to leave."

Gaining Diane's loyalty, even if only verbally, would be a worthwhile investment compared to the lives of other nobles, much like those gamblers who were trying to persuade Diane.

It's unknown whether Diane will regret letting the others go, but He's gambling on that possibility. What if it works out? Wouldn't that be a huge win?

"I'm willing to die with you!"

Isabella grabbed Diane's sleeve with a determined look, not wanting Diane to agree.

Diane didn't intend to agree; he was only aiming to break the contract, and now he was just clearing the place out of the room.

These people are in the way; if the head maid and the evil god were to fight in a moment, these people would only cause trouble and get accidentally injured.

"Who wants you to die with me? Besides, I'm not dying. I've become a key figure being groomed by God. If you die, what will happen to Loran? I beg you to help me find the little mermaid and take her away."

Diane handed the Holy Lance to the head maid, took Isabella's cold hand, and pleaded with her.

Diane wasn't sure about her chances of winning either. How could she possibly defeat such a mountain-like monster?
Isabella's resolute expression softened upon hearing Diane's request. With a push from Diane, she dived into the water to look for fish.

"One hour, I'll give you one hour. Run away, and thank the saint for saving you with his blood!"

The evil god's eyes slowly closed, the restriction was lifted, and most of the nobles felt their spirituality restored. Upon hearing the evil god's words, they quickly fled.

Those who could sail sailed, while those who disliked the slow speed simply ran away; everyone valued their lives above all else. The nobles who were in the sea scrambled to climb onto the ships, but some remained in the water, too weak to board, and the people on board didn't bother with them.

"Thank you for your sacrifice, Your Highness. You and your mother were both noble knights!"

“Our Bailey family is grateful for your kindness, Your Highness. I admit that you are the most outstanding and most suitable man for Her Majesty the Queen.”

Those who weren't particular ran away, while those who were particular said thank you and then left, leaving the area much emptier.

"Bridget, you all hurry up and leave! The countdown has started."

The nobleman left, but Bridget and Terry were still on Diane's magic ship. Diane quickly ordered them to hurry up and leave, as time was of the essence.

“An, you…”

Bridget looked at the worry in Diane's eyes and was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

"Run for your lives! Tell Her Majesty the Queen that I may not be able to fulfill her promise, because I must sacrifice myself to save you."

Diane kissed Bridget's lips briefly, then pulled away, pushing Bridget away. Bridget, who had been hesitant about whether to run away, seemed rooted to the spot next to Diane.

“You, she knows, I… this…”

Her perspective, no longer influenced by the evil god, was divided into two parts: Bridget and Her Majesty the Queen.

Her inner voice, driven by two conflicting thoughts, told her that the best course of action at that moment was to leave as soon as possible.

Whether it was the Queen or Bridget, she was worried about Diane, very worried about Diane. She was afraid that if she left like this, she would never see Diane again.

Diane stayed because she pleaded for their survival. She didn't know how to express her feelings—gratitude or love—but emotions filled both bodies.

"Stop worrying. It'll be too late to escape now. I love you all and I don't want you to get hurt. Don't let me see you get hurt, otherwise there'll be no point in me staying here."

In this situation, Diane dared to say anything, and Bridget blushed. Seeing Diane's earnest and comforting gaze, Bridget felt her heart melt.

"And Her Majesty the Queen, I believe she can understand this situation. I hope she can be happier. I no longer have the chance to please her and fulfill my responsibilities as a husband. Please be sure to convey my words. I am sorry to her."

Even if they won, the head maid would be exposed, and Tudors wouldn't be able to stay. Diane said goodbye in advance, of course, Diane said this to get Bridget to leave.

"She knows everything, she knows everything, actually I am..."

If this situation isn't addressed, Diane might never know that she is the Queen, that she is the Queen.

Upon discovering Diane's actions, the Queen was overcome with emotion and wanted to express her feelings. Diane had sacrificed herself to save her lover.
"Alright, time's almost up, Margaret, see her off!"

Seeing the excited Bridget, Diane brought up the fact that even the Queen couldn't persuade her, so Diane had no choice but to let Margarita use physical methods.

Bridget was pushed into the water. The icy seawater cleared her dizzy mind a little, but she still kept recalling Diane's kiss and Diane's instructions.

In the sea, looking at Diane standing proudly on the deck, the Queen, not Bridget, felt a sense of awe for the first time, and felt that Diane's slender body had become incredibly tall.

Although she had previously been skeptical of the time traveler's description of Diane's achievements, she had always looked down upon Diane. Now, however, she looked up at Diane, looking up to a saint who had sacrificed herself for her.

She no longer needs to escape; she can return to her original body by dissolving this clone and will no longer be captured by it.

However, she couldn't bear to part with Diane, and her eyes were always on Diane. Even if it was just one hour, she wanted to see Diane as much as possible, rather than running away from the scene and ending the view. She only cherished this moment so much when Diane was about to leave.

"It seems you've made up your mind! You're still a bit inferior to your mother. Your mother would never yield even if all these people died!"

Watching the people scatter and flee, the evil god paid no attention, instead scrutinizing Diane with great interest. The holy blood within Diane filled him with horror and disgust, which was just what the evil god desired.

"Because Queen Greta has no one she loves. If she had someone she loved, she would destroy the world for that person!"

Diane didn't turn to look at the head maid, knowing she would agree with him because the head maid would truly destroy the world for him.

Diane stared directly into the unclosed eyeballs, and the holy blood in her body reacted by radiating outwards, causing a layer of golden light to appear on her body.

"Do you know your mother that well? You've hidden yourself so well; I couldn't even deduce your true nature from the slightest clues before!"

The evil god's words were a test, a probe into the relationship between Diane and Queen Greta, and whether they spent a lot of time together.

"I don't understand her, I only understand myself, that's who I am!"

Diane did not admit to or deny being familiar with Queen Greta, and appeared to know nothing about her.

The evil god remained silent; his massive body was still, not even stirring up the waves—a prelude to the coming storm.

Bridget, hidden in the sea, felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Time passed second by second, and she was reluctant to leave Diane, but time was indeed running out. If she did not break her consciousness soon, and the evil god opened his eyes, her consciousness would be fixed in the clone, and she might really be affected.

"The time has come. Come, accept my power, and become my believers!"

Time was short for the nobles who were submerged in the sea, unable to fly away, and without a ship to pick them up and leave. It was so short that some of them fainted from fright upon hearing the myth of the evil god. However, an hour was a long time for the evil god.

He couldn't wait, as if he had seen a beautiful treasure that was about to be put into his hands, and he couldn't resist wanting to play with it.

"Eat it, and you will enjoy a glory that no other mortal can imagine, and receive my greatest blessing!"

A tumor slowly flew towards Diane, the evil god smug, every eye filled with anticipation.

"I am a mortal, not a saint. As everyone knows, mortals are cunning and fickle!"

The head maid's holy spear pierced the tumor, and Diane smiled with relief as she faced the evil god. Bridget, who was in the sea and could not bear to see this scene, was stunned and even forgot that she was going back.

"Just as I thought, just as I thought! You're just like your mother. Your spirit and energy are so alike. You truly are her son!"

The evil god wasn't angry. He calmly watched Diane's actions, having expected it all along. He was indeed gambling on that minuscule probability.

"Since you rejected my kindness, I can only keep your body. What a good person you were, and your holy blood has such a wonderful spirit!"

One by one, the eyes slowly opened, and that familiar sense of constraint washed over her. Bridget panicked and quickly dispelled the clone.

But no, the restraint vanished abruptly, and she saw the body of the evil god monster split in two.

(End of this chapter)