Do you all know the future?

Chapter 95 Post-War Cleanup
The beautiful mermaid gracefully jumped into the sea. Diane, who was being forcibly kissed by Bridget, struggled in every way. The kiss ended under the watchful smile of the head maid, and she gasped for breath.

"You can't take your grievances out on me. I'm on your side, and she was talking about the Queen. Why are you so angry?"

Diane could clearly sense that the older woman's kiss was retaliatory, unlike the sweet kiss of the great beauty, but rather a predatory, oppressive, and possessive one.

It's as if they're trying to erase the mark left by the great mermaid, which has a whiff of self-deception—they leave and you clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry, I... I'm so sorry..."

The mature woman, who was being complained about by Diane, twisted the belt of her trench coat, and in a moment of impulsiveness, realized that she was wrong.

"Alright, I don't know what you're getting so worked up about. You're acting like it's you. I've noticed you usually seem a bit uncomfortable around the Queen, so why are you defending her so much now?"

Diane, who hadn't yet realized that the two were of one mind, let Bridget off the hook after she admitted her mistake, though she was puzzled by Bridget's overreaction.

After all, whether she's the Queen or the Great Mermaid, she's just a concubine, there's no difference. Why does she seem like the Tudor Queen?

"me……"

Should I confess to Diane?
Diane is her future husband, and he'll find out sooner or later. Besides, things have come to this point, so there seems to be no need to hide it anymore.

As for the issue of different perspectives, screw perspectives. The current Tudor Queen is rolling around in the palace not because Diane's spirit is holy blood, but merely because of the touch of that recent kiss.

Bridget kissed Diane, and the Queen rolled on the ground, the synchronized touch, the determination to seize territory, and the shame of realizing her overreaction. All of this provoked the dignified and composed Queen to writhe on the ground.
At this moment, whether it was her clone or her true self, the Queen was perfectly clear that she loved Diane.

God knows how scared she was when her consciousness was pulled into the clone by the evil god. It was the first time she felt the fear of death, and at that moment she felt extremely regretful.

There are so many things I regret: the marriage selection ceremony, accompanying Diane to find the Holy Lance, concealing my identity and creating clones... Under the Eye of Truth, all my thoughts are clearly revealed.

Fear made her want to escape, to escape immediately, to escape without any hesitation, but she couldn't escape. All the magic in her body seemed to be frozen, and she was as weak as a mortal. Zhenbing's spiritual essence was frozen.

In contrast to her, Diane negotiated with the evil god with ease, a contrast that made her notice Diane's difference compared to herself, who trembled under the evil god's oppression.

The difference was genuine. Diane lived up to the spirit within her, neither begging nor yielding, but negotiating with the evil god with neither arrogance nor servility. This surpassed everyone present, including the self-important Diane, whose fearful and trembling heart was filled with admiration.

Hearing that Diane sacrificed herself to save everyone else's lives, she was shocked. The man, who she had previously thought was just an ordinary person, seemed to be radiating holy light, which was somewhat dazzling to her.

She was saved, again as a clone. Last time, it was relatively painless, since the clone died but the original body remained. This time, however, it was completely different. All her consciousness was in the clone, which, theoretically, was the original body.

What could be more captivating than a two-way journey? Diane wanted to sacrifice herself to save the Queen, and the Queen defied her will to live to accompany him to her death.

An impulsive choice, made without careful consideration; love makes people blind. When she examined her heart in the face of reality, she fell in love with Diane because of Diane's courage and the way she protected her as her own woman. She also didn't want her man to sacrifice for her.

Two bodies, two perspectives, yet the conclusions are exactly the same. Diane simply doesn't understand how the evil god, in the blink of an eye, conquered the most noble woman in Tudor, and doesn't realize how novel the Queen's change of attitude is to others.

Bridget thought it was time to look Diane in the eye, reveal their identities, and put aside the matter of being time travelers. She could say that she had feelings for him from the very beginning.
That's such a shameful excuse; what other reason could there be?

“I understand. You can only criticize your own hometown, and others can’t. Many people in my hometown are like this. You can only criticize your own hometown, and if others criticize it, you have to argue back.”

Seeing Bridget's hesitant expression, Diane seemed to understand something. Thinking of her own hometown, she suddenly understood.

"No, that's not how it is..."

Bridget shook her head, wondering how to tell Diane that she had initially intended to test him with a clone.

“Your Highness, you’ve become famous now. I’m afraid you can’t stay in Tudor anymore. Why don’t you come back to Ishtar with me?”

The transparent female knight spoke up. Her relationship with Diane was neither close nor distant. She had previously hidden in the cabin because there were too many people on the deck.

The evil god appeared, but her spirituality was suppressed, and she did not emerge. The evil god gave her time to escape, but she did not escape, probably because she felt that she had interfered and harmed Diane.

After all, if she hadn't stolen and offered up the Holy Lance, it wouldn't have been lost, nor would Diane have had to search for it, and in the end, Diane naturally wouldn't have encountered the descent of the evil god.

Seeing Diane "seeing off" Isabella and Bridget, she felt that going out would be the same, so she simply hid in her room and didn't come out.

If Diane decides to become a cultist, she will risk her life to protect Queen Greta's honor and launch an impossible assassination under the watchful eye of the evil god.

This ended her foolish life; the hope of reviving Ishtar was extinguished by her, and she had no hope of living on.

Fortunately, Diane's breach of chivalry and failure to keep her promise prevented her from making the most painful choice. She was not as shocked as the Queen and instead felt it was only natural.

This is the true child of Queen Greta, this is what the heir to the Knight Kingdom of Ishtar should be like—unyielding to evil and able to distinguish right from wrong.

"What nonsense are you spouting? An is going to become the Queen's consort, what kind of demon-infested Ishtar is he talking about!"

Bridget was furious. How could these women all covet her future husband? Stealing him was one thing, but trying to take him away with them was another.

"Her Majesty is probably unwilling to take on this trouble. Countless people covet Her Highness's spirituality. If she stays in Tudor without strong protection, I don't need to say what the outcome will be. But if she returns to Ishtar, a group of people will immediately support and protect Her Highness."

The female knight was full of confidence, and the queen of Ishtar, who knew nothing about Ishtar, was intimidated and immediately started an arms race.

"Who says Her Majesty the Queen is unwilling to accept it? Do you even know Her Majesty the Queen? He is a prince of Tudor, and the demigods of Tudor will protect him. You Ishtar have many people to protect, but you also have many demons. How can you protect Anne?"

Bridget invoked the demigod in an attempt to scare away the female knight.

“Are you the Queen? So you’re making the decision for her. As long as Princess An returns, the light of the gods will shine on the entire city of Ishtar once again. There’s no need to worry about the demons.”

The female knight's level of understanding did not reveal the gods' fear of Queen Greta; even the conflict between Diane and the church in the diary was only interpreted by her as a power struggle.

They felt that the original Queen Greta had displeased the gods, and now that Diane had gone to Ishtar, the gods' help would naturally come, given the value of the holy blood.

Although she did not trust God, she knew that between Queen Greta and God, Queen Greta cared for the country, but it was not unreasonable to borrow God's power, as the original Queen Greta had also borrowed God's power.

Therefore, she firmly believed that Diane's return to Ishtar was the right thing to do, and that Diane could replicate Queen Greta's miracle.

"I am the Queen..."

The Queen knew a little more, but it seemed there was nothing to refute. Diane's spirituality was just right for dealing with the demon-infested Ishtar; the gods needed Diane.

"Alright, Lady Thalys, stop talking. You're making yourself sound like a spy. I won't be leaving Tudor for now. Isabella and you are here. Unless the Queen finds me troublesome and kicks me out!"

Diane had spoken with the female knight and knew her political leanings; she was either a believer in God or simply a feudal noblewoman bound by duty.

She considered the country as her own and the king's, so she diligently protected it and urged the king to do the same, all while harboring feelings of loyalty and patriotism. "Your Highness, your stubbornness is just like your mother's!"

Seeing Diane's "stubbornness," the female knight felt somewhat helpless, as if she were witnessing Queen Greta appointing a commoner councilor.

"Doesn't that just prove we're similar? I know my limits!"

Ishtar is clearly a high-level player; it would be abnormal for him to go back now. As for the gods' help, it's like the evil god who was just sent back to the divine realm—they all lust after his body and want to make him their slave.

The female knight had a mindset of "I am of holy blood, they must help me," while Diane thought that anyone who helped her would come with conditions.

"But……"

The female knight still tried to argue that Ishtar was better than Tudor.

"Master brother!"

The lively little mermaid jumped onto the boat and rushed into Diane's arms, soaking her completely. A human print was now visible on Diane's clothes, which had remained unharmed from the waves stirred up by the evil god.

"Where's Mommy? Where's Mommy?"

The little mermaid looked around, her big eyes scanning her surroundings, searching for the great mermaid.

"He's gone to deal with the enemy. Leave me to take good care of you. Thank you, my little maid, for letting your mother save me!"

Diane lifted the little mermaid high, wanting to kiss her twice. The appearance of the beautiful mermaid meant that the head maid didn't have to be exposed, and the situation hadn't reached the worst point.

"Oh, she left again? I was planning to introduce her to Master Brother as a potential husband, why did she leave?"

The little mermaid gently patted Diane's belly with her tiny tail, her tone full of dissatisfaction. The dissatisfaction wasn't directed at her mother for leaving without saying goodbye, but rather at the fact that she hadn't been introduced to Diane as a wife.

"..."

Just like her mother said, no wonder the great mermaid was defeated so easily right away!

"We haven't even spent much time together, how can you be a wife? What are you thinking about all day long!"

With one arm supporting her fishtail, Diana pinched her cheek, both amused and exasperated. If she couldn't bully her mother, surely she could bully her?

"Master, you're naughty! Mom is so beautiful, wouldn't it be nice if she were your wife?"

Her round face puffed up like a steamed bun, and the little mermaid's cheeks were pinched so hard they looked like an angry pufferfish, both cute and funny.

"Don't you know I'm about to get a wife?"

Diane rubbed her little face and chuckled softly, feeling much more relaxed and happy. Little girls are so easy to handle.

"You can't only have one wife..."

The little mermaid perfectly replicated her "mother's" words, and Diane could only marvel at how similar the mother and daughter were. In fact, the little mermaid was the alter ego of the great mermaid, so it wasn't surprising.

"That's not a wife, that's a mistress..."

Isabella arrived quietly and corrected the little mermaid after hearing her words.

"Teacher, you are here!"

Diane turned her head in surprise. The red-haired beauty looked a little disheveled, her once neatly tied hair now a mess of loose waves.

"Yes, I left with your little maid, then I ran into her mother. Her mother took her away, saying she was there to rescue you, so I rushed over, but unfortunately I couldn't catch up with them. Is it over already?"

Isabella scanned her surroundings. The evil god's manifestation had shrunk to the size of a ship, the very ship that Knicks had been on.

"Yes, Little Melu's mother is a demigod. When the evil god descended, he didn't need to use his divine offspring because she severed his connection with the main body of the divine realm."

Diane briefly summarized what had just happened, and continued to explain as Isabella, who was also searching for the great mermaid, looked on.

"Melu's mother seemed to have many important matters to attend to. She entrusted Melu to me and then left. She's no longer here!"

"Is that so? Luckily you're alright. They made it in time. I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you."

Isabella embraced Diane, examining her closely, ignoring the fact that their hair colors made them look like a family: the little mermaid, Diane, and Isabella.

A mother with two children.

"Yes, I broke the contract, and the evil god was about to attack me. Fortunately, Mother Meru arrived in time and rescued us."

Diane smiled and affectionately touched the little mermaid's forehead with her own. It was a situation that was either hopeless or perilous, and her arrival was very timely.

"So you took Melu out and met Melu's mother. If you're stubborn, you'll stay here. We might all die, because I will never submit to an evil god!"

Diane snuggled back, resting her head on Isabella's heart. It was good to listen to advice; Diane didn't like the kind of tug-of-war that happened in TV dramas, where neither of them could escape in the end.

“I know, how could Queen Greta’s son possibly stoop to darkness!”

Isabella felt Diane's hair tickling her neck, then lowered her head slightly to intensify the sensation, fearing she was dreaming.

"Alright, now not only you know, everyone knows. What a troublesome evil god. Your peaceful and beautiful life may be gone forever."

Diane smiled bitterly, already anticipating the storm to come, even though her life before hadn't been so peaceful and wonderful.

Will you leave Tudor?

Isabella hugged Diane tightly, her heart suddenly tightening.

"Let's see Her Majesty's attitude! And what does the Church mean by this?"

Diane naturally wanted to stay in Tudor, become a prince, and regain the demigod power of the head maid. However, Diane could understand if the Tudor queen couldn't withstand the pressure from the gods.

He was somewhat apprehensive, unaware that he was about to be pampered by the Queen.

(End of this chapter)