After My Enemy Finds Out I'm a Succubus [Transmigration Book]

Luke holds a broken rose.

Before he climbed down, the rose bush had been growing wildly in the abandoned garden, with sharp thorns standing upright and not being cut off.

There was a tingling pain in his fingertips, and suddenly there was a strong wind. He held the rose in his arms and closed his eyes.

When the wind stopped, Luke opened his eyes and saw "God".

"God" leaned over slightly, long silver-moon-like hair hanging down his ears, and the other part hanging on his shoulders.The thin shirt is tightened around the waist, outlining a graceful arc.

Calm and gentle, this is Luke's first impression of him.

At first glance, he might be mistaken for a god, but soon the rough clothing on his body made Luke deny his previous conjecture—this is just a mortal who looks like a god.

Low status?perhaps.His humble gesture is that of a servant's courtesy to his master.And poverty is beyond doubt.

Luke watched him with interest.

The slender silver-white eyelashes almost covered the pupils of the man's eyes, but there was still a hint of emerald green.After observing for a long time, I realized that those eyes were not as humble and submissive as his posture - he was also looking at Luke lightly.

No real servant would have such a look.

Luke smiled, and the bloody rose twirled between his fingers. The rose that was meant to be discarded was pinned between the silver-haired man's collar.

The silvery white was smeared with a flash of gaudy red.

Luke admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.He sucked the pricked finger into his mouth, tasting the smell of blood.

"This looks much more pleasing to the eye." Luke licked his fingertips and said in a playful voice, "How about it, do you like it?"

The fingers are jade white, lingering between the rose-colored lips.Such a scene can easily make people mistakenly think that he is not asking about roses, but asking whether the other party likes his lips.

However, the smile on the lips of the man facing him remained unchanged, polite and distant.

The standard is like the holy son who faced the temptation of the devil in the scriptures.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your gift." He bent down with an elegant posture.

... "Your Highness"?What is this called.

Luke narrowed his eyes slightly.

Maybe this is a trick?

As far as he knew, those royal highnesses in the constitutional monarchy had nothing to do with him, a disabled man who sat in a wheelchair all year round and needed medical care all the time.

He was just called to inherit the inheritance of a distant relative, and by the way, repair the ancestral "house" that was so dilapidated that it would fall apart if touched casually——

Luke looked towards the dilapidated old mansion not far away.

— brand new.

His pupils contracted violently.

In order to see more clearly, Luke instinctively took a step forward.Then he realized that he was not sitting in a wheelchair, but standing up. In surprise, his knees gave way and he fell forward.

Someone supported his body.

From an outsider's point of view, he seemed to have fallen into the arms of the other party. In fact, there was only one hand that touched Luke——cold and hard, it was firmly held on his shoulder, supporting the weight of his whole body.

"Please be careful, Your Highness." The silver-haired man reminded calmly.

Luke lowered his head, trying to calm down the horror in his heart.

"Let me go." He tried to stand on his own legs, and then mercilessly slapped away the hand that helped him just now, "You can go."

He desperately needs to be alone and to think calmly.

After the man left, Luke stood alone in the rose garden with people coming and going.The gardener walks by with exotic flowers and trees, bows to greet him, and leaves in a hurry as if afraid of something.

After that gust of wind, the decayed mansion returned to the new year a thousand years ago.

In this year, the abandoned garden has just been opened, the fountain gushes from the horn of the stone statue of the angel, and the slaves and servants are dressed in loose Mediterranean-style clothes, and their robes are slightly fluttering in the wind.

And his legs are miraculously intact, and he can walk anywhere without a wheelchair.

"How long has he been in office?" Luke asked the manservant who had been following behind him.

"One month, Your Highness." The servant said, "One month ago, His Majesty handed Lance over to you, and you ordered him to plant the roses in the garden. The roses just bloomed this morning."

Lance - formally known as Lancelot.

Hearing this name, Luke felt incredible.

He stepped on the stone steps and walked into the master bedroom of the mansion.The layout here is the same as the old antiques he is about to inherit in modern times, including dark passages and moss between stone crevices.

He swung his servants away, and his ears fell silent.

Luke walked slowly past the fireplace and came to the full-length silver mirror.The flames jumped, and the youth's blurred reflection was printed in the silver mirror.

Slightly curly pure gold half-short hair hangs on the forehead, below are gray-purple eyes, a pointed nose, and thin lips that are so sharp that they can scratch others.

His face was pale due to perennial ischemia, his figure was slender and slender, and there was a small red mole on his collarbone... Everything was no different from Luke's own body.

Except for these healthy legs, of course.

As the silk robe slipped down his waist, Luke thought of the story he had read this morning.

The person in charge of the caretaker's mansion placed him in the Library Pavilion to wait. Bored, he coughed and found an old sheepskin scroll from the dust.

It tells a heroic epic of blood and roses.

The protagonist is the son of a wronged duke who is forced to serve as a slave to the son of his enemy.With the favor of the God of Light, he was canonized as a paladin of the temple, and finally avenged his father, expelled the tyrant, and was crowned the god king of the people of the Holy Kingdom.

Luke was drawn to this story because the "son of the enemy," the exiled "tyrant" Luke Charlemagne, happened to bear his own name.

Obviously, as the "villain" of the story, "Luke" had a miserable ending. He was imprisoned in the tower by the protagonist. The tower was guarded day and night by heavy soldiers, and the strictest restrictions in the whole continent were set up—only the protagonist can enter and exit.

The parchment scroll didn't explain much about the ending of "Luke", it seemed that he was so lonely and imprisoned until he died.

It's a pity, but it has nothing to do with him.

His current situation... It seems that he is not as simple as a bystander.

Because the god king in the parchment is named "Lancelot Winston", which is the same name as the silver-haired beauty "Lance" that Luke met in the Rose Garden just now.

It is said in the book that the King of God used to be a gardener in the rose garden of "Luke" when he was young, and those characters, buildings, plants, and costumes are exactly the same as those described in the original work...

Ah, what a perfect coincidence.

Luke twitched the corner of his mouth, and after many confirmations, he gradually accepted this fact.

——It’s not a dream, hallucination or acting, the real situation is that he crossed over and became the villain with the same name and face in the parchment.

Although the current "villain" is still immature and cannot be a tyrant, he is just an illegitimate child who acts dissolutely and domineeringly and is favored by the king.

Shock, disbelief, and panic are inevitable, but all other emotions are overshadowed by a wild joy.

Luke stared at his own bare legs in the silver mirror.

Well-proportioned and slender, due to too much pampering and lack of exercise, it is obvious that there is no strength at a glance.The skin is more tender than the curdled skin of goat's milk, and if rubbed with a coarse cloth, it will leave pink marks.

But it can stand up and walk, and that's enough.

During the 17 years in a wheelchair, Luke made countless wishes to the gods and devils, praying for a pair of healthy legs, for which he would pay any price.

Now the wish has come true.

The previous life seemed to be nothing to miss, and although the life in the other world was also nothing to look forward to, it gave him a pair of legs.

He is satisfied with this gift, whether it comes from gods or demons.

Luke's eyes lingered on his legs repeatedly, and he posed in different poses, as if a child had obtained a dream toy, and was curiously studying how to use it.

Until the bedroom door was suddenly opened.

Two male servants escorted Lance in, and an old man about 50 years old who looked like a housekeeper walked out from behind them. The old man was clean and tidy, and his hair and beard were combed in an orderly manner.

"Is Your Highness still in good health? I heard that you couldn't stand upright after seeing this person in the morning. It seems that you have been cast by witchcraft. I ordered someone to arrest the assassin..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

What was displayed in front of them was the little prince who was completely naked.

People in this era, high and low, like to wear one-piece robes and have no underwear.In order to make it easier to observe his legs, Luke's robes had long been piled up at his feet, leaving only jewelry made of dazzling jewels on his pale body.

At this moment, he was standing naked in front of a full-length silver mirror-like a complete perverted narcissist.

Needles can be heard indoors.

"..."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

Can't explain it, but there's no need to explain it.

He scanned the faces of the intruder one by one, surprise, surprise, greed, contempt...and the calmness on Lance's face.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Luke didn't feel restrained.He turned around with his body exposed, and as he moved, the ruby ​​necklace worn on his collarbone and chest swayed slightly, reflecting the blood-red luster. "Assassins? With rose thorns?" He mocked, "Don't make a fuss. Get out, I want to change."

It took little effort for Luke to play the curmudgeonly little prince, since he has a bad temper himself.

The servant stepped back, but the old butler didn't move: "Please let me serve you..."

"No need. The gardener stays here." Luke calmly bent down to pick up his robe, "Yes, that's him——Lance."

When his name was called, those green eyes, which were used to hiding his emotions, moved slightly, and cast their eyes on Luke again.

"The meeting in the morning was too hasty." Luke put on his robe and said with a smile, "I have something to tell you, Lance."

For safety reasons, the butler thoughtfully bound Lance's hands and feet and tied them to the bedposts with the little prince's favorite red rope.

Luke sat in the high-backed chair, watching the future god-king playfully.

Meek without being humble, even in this situation, Lance is more a martyr than a plaything.

Luke tried to find fear or contempt in his face, but failed.

The butler also prepared a leather whip—considering the little prince's bad reputation, the butler must have a good understanding of his methods of "punishing" his servants, and he is willing to work together.

Luke weighed the whip in his right hand and drew the sword in his left hand.

The blade escaped from the sheath studded with precious gems, revealing a blade eager to taste blood.

Luke was satisfied with the sharpness of the blade. If such a sword were inserted into the chest of any mortal, it would instantly take the life of the opponent.

From the moment he confirmed that he was wearing a book, Luke has been circling a thought in his mind.

——As long as he kills the protagonist who is robbing him of the throne, he can rest easy, can't he?

With a bright smile on his face, he played with the sword in his hand and walked towards Lance.