Do you all know the future?

Chapter 99 Assassination
Time flies when you're chatting with people, especially acquaintances.

“You haven’t seen the notes from other countries, huh? We’re getting married, what business is it of theirs? Why should they interfere?”

Diane would recount what she had seen, and Bridget would nod in agreement, or join in her complaints, or offer opposing views, highlighting her uninhibited nature.

"Although Her Majesty the Queen enjoys being a riddle and is quite cunning, she is far more ruthless than Queen Greta. I was worried that something might go wrong at the wedding today, but I never expected it to go so smoothly."

Diane recalled her nervousness and felt a little embarrassed. She had thought so much about it and prepared herself physically, expecting someone to cause trouble, but in the end nothing happened.

"Is that a compliment? Her Majesty the Queen is already your wife, and you're describing her like that!"

Bridget was both amused and exasperated. She was a little annoyed, but not particularly annoyed; she was also not particularly happy. Diane's words left her quite conflicted.

"She is my wife, but that doesn't stop me from commenting on her. What do you mean by explaining things clearly after the banquet? She's just a riddle-maker. What can't she say? And what about her feelings that are hard to distinguish between real and fake? Tell me, does she love me because of the Holy Blood, or for some other reason? She's got me completely confused."

Diane complained to the real person's face, which amused Bridget. She was annoyed with Diane, but she hoped that seeing the two of them tell the truth on the big bed tonight would make Diane so embarrassed that she would roll off the bed.

She would definitely stop Diane on both sides to prevent him from escaping, and let him distinguish the differences between the two bodies.

"You're still laughing? Of course, I'll say it to her face too. Tell me, won't this woman be pleasantly surprised? The wedding night sounds so romantic."

Diane thought that her relationship with the Queen should be one of mutual respect, gradual approach, and eventually getting used to each other and developing feelings, but the Queen was clearly being too enthusiastic.

"You never know, Her Majesty the Queen is just like that. Maybe she wants to surprise you."

When Bridget heard Diane's complaints, a look of joy appeared in her icy blue eyes.

Diane's complaints indicate that she is not feeling well. She just said that her scheming, riddle-like husband is not feeling well, which makes Bridget feel better.

"That's really a terrible personality. Surprise, shock, manipulating people's hearts, wicked to death, and domineering. Oh well, I chose to marry her myself. If I didn't want to at the time, I could have just run away. Besides, she should love me, right?"

Diane readily accepted this, and in her eyes, the Queen's image fell into the category of someone she complained about a bit, but who was still quite fond of her.

"Yes, yes, a bad woman."

Bridget chimed in, noticing the change in mindset; the wedding ceremony had truly worked.

"Her Majesty the Queen is quite fond of you, Xiao An. She has told me several times that you are the only man she is satisfied with, and that she loves you very much."

Bridget blushed slightly, the color of wine, a confession of love. Diane would understand once she knew that she and the Queen were of one mind and two bodies. This was a confession.

"Don't tease me. You're blushing when you lie. Has no one told you that people in the royal family blush especially noticeably because of their fair skin?"

Diane misunderstood, and Bridget blushed even more, as if her lie had been exposed!

"I'll wait for her explanation after the banquet. Don't bother speaking up for her. Which side are you on anyway?"

However, Diane didn't think much of it. He glanced at the shy and mature woman. Her fair skin and rosy face were beautiful, with a hint of red, and she even looked stunning. She resembled the Queen in some ways, which fueled Diane's lust. He stretched out and kissed her face.

"Ugh... Of course I'm on your side. Even if you ask the Queen, she'll say she's on your side too. Who told you to be our man?"

Bridget gently pushed Diane away, her seductive moan melting Diane's bones. If it weren't for the fact that it was her wedding to the Queen, and Diane was someone who knew the occasion, she would have already pounced on Bridget.

"Alright, it's about time. It's time to make an appearance at the banquet and find out what the Queen wants to tell you."

Bridget was pleased to see that Diane's actions were restrained and she did not do anything further. Diane had saved face for her, the queen, and even though she complained to her constantly, she never thought of sleeping with other women on their wedding night.

"Oh, it's getting dark, let's go!"

Diane straightened up and glanced outside. Before she knew it, the sun was setting in the west, the last rays of sunlight were swallowed by the earth, and the moonlight replaced the sunlight outside the window.

"Yes, yes, let's go, groom, let's make our Tudor ladies kneel at your feet!"

Bridget was joking, and she wasn't joking; Diane now had so few women in Tudor who could refuse him if he beckoned to her.

"They only want the holy blood; what I want is a woman who loves me!"

Diane took Bridget's hand, which was icy cold, just like the Queen's.

The palace was very large, and there was a long corridor leading to the banquet hall.

After the spring sun sets, a cool breeze arrives, and the flickering candlelight on the candlesticks hanging on the walls of the long corridor casts menacing shadows on the ancient reliefs on the walls.

"You Tudors have no sense of aesthetics! What is this carving even supposed to be?!"

"That's a Bloodhawk, that's what it looks like."

"..."

Diane and Bridget kept finding topics to talk about, so the journey wouldn't be boring.

"Squeak..."

Diane stepped on the bumpy floorboards, which made an unpleasant scraping sound.

“Bridget, watch your step, the stone slabs here are a bit loose.”

Diane reminded Bridget of something, and suddenly Bridget grabbed his waist and pulled him to one side.

"call out!"

A crossbow bolt, glowing with an eerie green light, grazed Diane's hair and embedded itself deeply in a carving not far from her side, its fletching still trembling.

"Watch out! Enemies ahead."

Bridget suddenly pulled Diane, who had already been pulled to her side, behind her again. Her movements were swift and decisive, showing that she was a veteran.

"Stay behind me, don't move!"

She gave a low shout, speaking very quickly, and her left hand was already raised, causing the temperature in the air to drop sharply.

A dark figure flashed out from around the corner of the corridor like a ghost, clutching two short daggers that gleamed with a cold light, and pounced straight at them.

The figure moved with incredible speed and moved silently, clearly a seasoned assassin. Before Diane could even realize what was happening, the enemy had already made their move.

Bridget's face was ashen, a cold glint flashing in her icy blue eyes.

Ice Wall!

She chanted softly, and magic flowed from between her pale fingers, causing the moisture in the air to condense rapidly.

"Kakaka..."

With a sickening freezing sound, a thick, crystal-clear ice wall rose from the ground, blocking her and the assassin.

At the same time, he pulled Diane back sharply. As they retreated, the assassin's blade struck the ice wall with a muffled thud, and then the ice wall was torn in two.

However, as the assassin broke through the ice wall, several sharp ice spikes followed closely behind, demonstrating Bridget's highly efficient spellcasting.

The ice spikes, like vengeful fangs, whistled through the air, hurtling towards the black-clad assassin. However, the assassin twisted his body unpredictably, dodging all the ice spikes. The ice spikes continued forward, embedding themselves deeply in the assassin's back, leaving several deep holes from which a chilling aura emanated.

"Frozen Heart!"

Her voice became solemn and dignified, and she gracefully raised her right hand, a dazzling ice-blue light gathering in her palm.

The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop even further, and even the candlelight flickered more violently.

The assassin clearly sensed the powerful magical energy emanating from Bridget, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes, but he still charged forward without hesitation.

The icy blue light in his palm suddenly exploded, transforming into a visible circular shockwave that spread outwards with a bone-chilling cold. Anything that came into contact with the cold froze into ice, giving the opponent no chance to dodge.

The assassin stopped dodging and instead blurred into several blurry afterimages, blocking the frost. Each afterimage was frozen into an ice sculpture, forming a shield that protected the assassin's advance.

As she drew ever closer to Diane and Bridget, Bridget waved her left hand, and a cold chain appeared out of thin air, coiling like a serpent toward the source of the attack.

"Icebound Imprisonment!"

Bridget prevented the assassin from getting close. A dense chill swept outwards from her, and the ground visibly froze into a thick layer of ice, forming a large net with the ice chains she had thrown as its core.

The sharp dagger touched the ice net, causing a brief pause. Before Bridget could even rejoice, a flash of light appeared on the blade, and the ice net was sliced ​​in two.

"Rules manifested, you are an angel-level powerhouse, who sent you?"

Bridget frowned slightly. Seeing the opponent's moves, she judged the opponent's skill level and retreated a distance with Diane.

"You don't need to know, just die!"

The blade gleamed coldly as the assassin lunged forward like a cheetah, his poisoned dagger tracing a strange arc as it aimed straight for Bridget's throat.

Bridget's eyes narrowed. Facing the imminent threat, she advanced instead of retreating, extending her left hand forward, instantly forming a solid ice shield in front of her.

"Qiang!"

The dagger struck the ice shield, flashing again as it scraped against the shield with a piercing sound, but failed to advance an inch.

"Your laws have also manifested. You don't possess the strength of a Grand Magister. So who are you?!"

The assassin was surprised that the blade had not severed the ice shield, and Bridget did not let the opportunity pass.

"Touch of Ice!"

An extremely cold energy flowed through her incantation to the ice shield, then through the ice shield to the assassin's dagger, and quickly spread to the assassin's arm.

The assassin felt a piercing chill run down his arm. In the blink of an eye, his entire arm, which was holding the dagger, was frozen solid, along with the dagger, suspended in mid-air.

"Queen Tudor, you... ah..."

His eyes darted around, as if he understood something. Before he could finish speaking, the assassin let out a painful roar, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief. Before he could finish his sentence, he was frozen solid.

"Solve it?"

Diane tilted her head, looked at the assassin who had become an immobile ice sculpture, and cautiously asked Bridget if the battle was over.

I was deeply impressed by Bridget's fighting style, which resembled that of an ice goddess. It was the first time I had ever witnessed such a spectacular battle.

Bridget's every step was like a musical beat, elegant and composed, and she dealt with her enemies swiftly and decisively.

"It's resolved, but it was a real headache. We still don't know who he is or who sent him. We'll have to interrogate him later... Be careful!"

Bridget suddenly realized something and slammed into Diane. Suddenly, another dark figure appeared out of nowhere, holding a dagger that was exactly the same as the assassin's.

"Bridget!"

Diane witnessed the dagger pierce Bridget's back, and Bridget became Diane's scapegoat.

Brigitte's blood gushed out, staining Diane's eyes red. Diane felt the blood coursing through her body.

A powerful divine light erupted from his body, instantly pinning the assassin to the ground, whose body trembled uncontrollably.

“Bridget, Bridget…”

Without hesitation, Diane bit her own palm and offered her blood to Bridget's lips, but Bridget did not react.

Diane pressed Bridget up by the shoulders. Bridget's pupils were unfocused, and she seemed to have no vital signs. The dagger was coated with a lethal poison.

Unable to accept it, Diane sucked blood from her bleeding hand, then helped Bridget up, intending to kiss her and forcibly transfer her blood to Bridget.

"I never knew you, darling, had a necrophilia fetish?"

A languid yet alluring voice interrupted Diane's work, and Diane's expression turned to surprise and anticipation.

"Your Majesty, save Bridget! Save Bridget!"

Diane picked up Bridget, ignoring the filth of blood and her own disheveled state.

"You can't be saved from being stabbed by a poisoned blade! Your holy blood won't save you either. They came to assassinate you, so why would they let your holy blood work? Don't even think about it!"

The Queen's fingers slid slightly, and the trembling assassin formed yet another ice sculpture.

"It's beyond saving... even the Holy Blood can't save it..."

Diane was breathing rapidly, and many ideas flashed through her mind: she would try finding the head maid or the great mermaid.

"Is it really necessary to make such a fuss? It's just that Bridget was stabbed to death, isn't it?"

The Queen looked at Diane's trembling, disbelieving expression, and smiled broadly.

"What are you saying? She died saving me, and she was one of your own kind... You..."

Diane glared angrily at the Queen, whose smile deepened, her beautiful ice-blue eyes narrowing.

"Honey, don't be angry. You want me to make another one. The parameters are a bit difficult to adjust, but I remember them."

"What are you talking about? The person is dead..."

Diane's words caught in her throat as she watched an ice sculpture slowly take shape under the Queen's hands, taking on the form of Bridget.

"Let's save some money and use the blood from before. It's a legacy that will make you feel connected."

As soon as the Queen finished speaking, the blood on Diane and Bridget began to writhe and flow onto the new ice sculpture. The new ice sculpture gained color, while Bridget in his arms slowly lost her color and turned into an ice sculpture dressed in clothes.

Do you like the new Bridget I made for you?

The Queen and the new Bridget spoke in unison.

(End of this chapter)