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

Luke's pupils narrowed slightly, and then he kicked the boy flying away.

"You're overstepping the rules." He said indifferently.

The young man who called himself "ex-lover" had black hair, black eyes, pale complexion, and a beautiful appearance. He was slightly shorter than Luke.

But Luke knew that this young man was by no means as simple as he appeared on the outside.

Not to mention the strength with which he was restrained just now, just saying that the young man can hide beside them without being discovered is beyond the reach of ordinary warriors.

After being kicked hard by him, the boy quickly stabilized his figure, and made a footprint with his shirt on his shoulders, as if nothing happened.

"I'll see you tonight." He knelt on one knee, "Your servant Angelo will be waiting for you at Heka Manor."

Angelo got up and whistled, and a pony came running towards him. The pony's hair was all black and there was only a white cross star between its eyebrows. It was almost carved out of the same mold as Luke's evil spirit.

"It misses its mother too." An Qiluo put his arms around the horse's neck and smiled, "I can expect the master to reunite their mother and son tonight, can't you?"

This pony is the child of the evil spirit.

Luke didn't say a word, and watched one person ride away, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He had never heard of the name Angelo, but the "Heka Manor" he mentioned was notorious on the parchment scrolls.

——That's where the little prince raised his lover.

This manor occupies a small part of the parchment, and the handwriting related to the details is blackened, and Luke has no idea what is there.

The mystery of the unknown disturbed him.

He had to go to Heka Manor to confirm the status of his belongings.

What's more, Angelo's horse and his special attitude towards ouroboros ring all suggest a close relationship between them.

If Luke showed any abnormalities, he might be sent to the stake as a possessed demon.

It was wonderful.

Luke kicked the tree trunk angrily.

"Your Highness?" Lance walked over leading the evil spirit.

"gone."

"Aren't you going to practice swords today?"

"There are other things to do."

"Is it important?" Lance asked.

"Yes." Luke got on his horse.

While he was thinking about it, he didn't find that Lance had more problems today than usual, nor did he find that Lance sitting behind him was closer than usual, and the whole person seemed to be enveloped around him.

In front of the mansion, Luke reached out to ask the housekeeper to change his gloves, and ordered: "Prepare a carriage tonight, keep a low profile, and don't let anyone find out."

"Are you going to Heka Manor?" The butler guessed his destination.

Luke raised his eyebrows lightly.

"It's about time, those 'boys' you raised should miss you very much." The butler glanced at Lance, hiding his joy, "I'm going to prepare the horse now."

He was proud of Lance's fall from grace.

Boys... It seems that there are more than one lovers living in the manor.

Luke dismissed the servants and wandered around the servants' area of ​​the castle. Sure enough, within a short while, he heard the conversation of two male servants.

"Heka Manor, don't you know? Your Highness buys five or six handsome boys from the slave market every year, raises them in Heka Manor, and visits them once a month. It's called 'adoption' or 'visiting', but You know……"

He smiled meaningfully.

"Slave? Your Highness is really a vegetarian." The other said, "With my face, if I walk around in front of His Highness, is there a chance to touch the royal family's ass?"

There was another wretched laugh.

Luke reached out to block Lance.If he hadn't stopped him, His Excellency the Holy Son, who couldn't hold the sand in his eyes, would have stepped forward a long time ago, and he might even have to read out an exhortation on the spot.

"Why let them slander you, Your Highness?" Lance asked.

Luke didn't seem to care at all.

It's not the time yet, in another week, when the butler loses its use value, he will let the butler go away with these lazy and chattering pigs.

Luke responded to Lance indifferently: "Are they wrong? I am indeed going to such a place tonight."

He was beginning to appreciate that last night he cut off that "expectation" when it was still in its infancy, which at least didn't make him look like a fake joke now.

"So, can I take you for a walk in the garden tonight?" Lance asked.

I said that I have something to do at night and I still make an appointment tonight. Does His Majesty the future God King only have a memory of seven seconds?

Luke turned his head irritably, and was about to say something, but stopped when he met Lance's eyes.

Of course, Lance knew that his invitation conflicted with the little prince's itinerary, and he was just trying to keep him in his own way.

Because there was still a glimmer of expectation in those eyes.

Unlike yesterday's eager and fierce desire to destroy, Luke felt a little sad now.

It's like a child holding quicksand and happily letting the tide sweep them away, until only a thin layer remains, soft and delicate sticking to the skin, and then he starts to feel reluctant to part with it.

What can I do if I don't give up?Quicksand is perishable, and in the end he could only wash his hands and return to the shore.

"I refuse," Luke said.

Lance's eyelashes fluttered undetectably, and he smiled politely: "I see, Your Highness."

When he turned around, Luke's heart was slightly empty.

He didn't have time to think about that feeling, and soon got busy.

In order to make up for his lack of common sense, Luke had to read a lot of books and parchments, including letters between the little prince and other nobles, information from the great nobles, mythology, history, and religious classics.

There is very little information about ouroboros in this world, and it is all related to occultism—especially the dark god.

He searched the little prince's study all afternoon, but found no written traces about the Heka Manor, nor could he determine who the original owner of the Ouroboros Ring was.

All in all, an important challenge awaits him tonight.

Luke thought that based on Lance's temperament, he would be alienated after confirming his incurable nature, at least he would not see him too frequently in the next few days.

But as night fell, before he boarded the carriage and was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of Lance beside the carriage.

"What are you doing here?" Luke frowned, feeling a little happy in his heart.

"Although I don't agree with His Highness's approach, I hope to pray for you as a servant and priest." Lance's eyes were as calm as water.

To teach?

"Then go back to your church and pray." Luke narrowed his eyes and was about to close the curtains.

"No, this ceremony requires your participation." Lance explained faster, "It only takes a short time, you just need to sit inside, Your Highness."

Luke stopped moving.

As the moonlight fell, he saw Lance's drooping eyelashes through the narrow window through the door.His lips moved slightly, and his fingers tapped lightly around his chest in the order of the sun. The bright moonlight seemed to ripple under his guidance.

Then Lance opened his eyes, smiled slightly after seeing Luke, put his fingers through the small window, and tapped between his eyebrows.

Luke's eyebrows warmed up, and he looked at him in a daze.

"It's done, Your Highness." Lance reminded him softly.

Luke came back to his senses, and was a little annoyed by his own reaction. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "What is that, the sacred art of light?"

Lance smiled and shook his head: "It's just a little skill I learned in the monastery. It is said that it can bless... people and let them be protected by the God of Light."

Liar, it must be the holy art of light.Feeling the persistent warmth between his brows, Luke thought silently.

But is it necessary to risk using the holy power for him?

If found, it is very likely that they will be guillotined for threatening the royal power.

Would Lance be willing to forgive him and redeem him time and time again, even for a man as morally corrupt as he was?

Luke's heart moved slightly.

Being so tolerant and easy to bully will always make him want to go too far and ask for more.

He stuck his hand out of the car window and lifted the Ouroboros ring.

"So with the little 'tricks' you've learned, how about this ring?" he said slightly teasingly.

Luke remembered Lance's fleeting hesitation when he swore to kiss his fingers.

Lan Sixu took his hand, and put his face very close, his lips almost kissed his fingernails.

Breath softly touches Luke, his fingers trembling slightly for it.

He knew it was just for close inspection.

"Unfortunate, Your Highness." Lance raised his head and watched him seriously, "Please be careful."

Ominous.

With just this one word, Luke knew that the Ouroboros ring must be related to the Dark God Cult, and Lance sensed the dark aura on it.

Lance would not want his contracted master to have contact with dark forces, but since the retention had failed, Lance would not ask for a second time, but respected his wishes and secretly protected him in his own way.

Thinking about it this way, Luke actually felt that the rebel who tried to usurp power in the original book was a little cute.