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

Luke was stiff all over, and unconsciously pulled the quilt up.

In terms of love, Lance's reaction is always slow, but the atmosphere is too weird. After the joy of seeing His Highness at first, he realized something later.

The vivid expression returned to normal, he bent down and saluted, and said: "Excuse me, Your Highness. Your life may be threatened. I am in a hurry, so..."

Before Luke could speak, Angelo took the conversation away.

"Life is threatened? Are you implying that we want to harm the master?" Angelo sneered, "Don't think that after a few days with the master, you are entitled to monopolize the master."

Unlike the good dog before, An Qiluo now is like a powder keg of jealousy.

Luke was impressed by his acting skills.

...If Lance also has this acting skill, why would he need to take on the important task of "reading" every night alone.

Facing Angelo's provocation, Lance did not look sideways, and said to Luke, "Please forgive my offense and let me change your clothes, Your Highness."

"You are not needed, we are enough." Angelo retorted.

Lance stared at Luke, quietly waiting for his decision.

Luke knew that he was going to check himself for black magic.

Dispelling Lance's suspicion now is the right way.

"Go down first." Luke waved away the group of young people.

Angelo let out a little "tss", and when he got out of bed, he deliberately approached Luke's face, made a kissing motion, and winked at him playfully.

Luke: "..."

He still remembered that he used this move to annoy the three assassins a few days ago, but in the blink of an eye it was used back on him.

This black-haired dog is also very playful.

But Angelo is destined to be disappointed, because Lance and his relationship are not that close, neither jealous nor resentful, at most he just feels a little unsightly.

As he guessed, Lance's expression didn't seem to change.

He moved his eyes to the teenagers who walked out of the door one by one, checked their aura, and stayed on An Qiluo for a while.

He glanced at the back of Angelo's hand.

Angelo always wears black leather gloves when he goes out. Now that the gloves are taken off, a skull tattoo on the back of his hand is exposed.

Lance's eyes flickered over the tattoo, and soon fell back on Luke.

He completely ignored the new clothes prepared by the boys in the manor, but took off his cloak, took off his outer robe, and put the outer robe on Luke.

The material and style of Lance's robe are the same as those of ordinary servants, but it is very clean and tidy. Luke can smell the faint smell of saponins and flowers and trees.

He was exhausted and dizzy, and couldn't think of anything to do, so he quietly raised his arms and hands, letting Lance manipulate him.

It looks a little obedient.

"Apart from those people just now, has Your Highness encountered anything else tonight?" Lance asked.

Luke shook his head slightly: "I don't know."

In order to make the lie more realistic, he added: "When I passed through the thick fog, there was a golden light flashing on my body."

His voice was soft and slow, his face was terribly pale, and his whole body was on the verge of falling, like a glass rose that would break at the touch of a finger.

The body is not good enough to waste yourself like this...

Thinking of the boys in the manor and Angelo whom he had met twice, Lance felt a little tight in his chest.

"Does Your Highness like black hair?" A sentence blurted out before thinking.

"...Huh?" Luke didn't understand what he meant, and made a confused nasal sound.

Lance didn't understand why he asked that.

He put aside the fleeting thoughts just now, settled his mind, and said calmly: "God said 'do not commit adultery'. Proper sex can be carried out in marriage, and indulgence will damage your Highness's body."

Lance had a gentle voice when preaching, and anyone who bathed in his divine radiance would be deeply inspired by God.

However, Luke only heard the indifference and alienation under his voice, as if he was just the messenger of God, he stayed out of the matter and had nothing to do with the content.

Although this matter has nothing to do with Lance.

Luke resisted the dizziness and said in a low voice, "It's none of your business."

Lance was used to the stabs he exploded, and what he was more concerned about was that His Highness was so weak that he was a little weak even to stab people.

"Your current physical condition is very bad, Your Highness, I will take you back to the mansion first, and let the doctors treat your body." Without any explanation, he wrapped the cloak around Luke's body and hugged it by the waist.

Luke was simply stunned by his presumptuousness.

"Who allowed you to do this? Let go!" He struggled weakly.

"Excuse me, Your Highness."

"...You are bold."

"I don't understand what Your Highness means."

Lance hugged him and walked out of the bedroom.

Outside the door, An Qiluo was waiting in the corridor, and he was startled when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help wondering if he was too excited just now.

He stayed for a few seconds before he began to perform conscientiously, shouting like a white lotus flower that has been robbed of its patron, "Why are you blatantly robbing someone? Put down the master!"

Then put on airs to stop a few times.

After the two left the manor completely, Angelo realized that the sugar water in his hand hadn't been fed to Luke.

We can only hope that the new lover will soon find out the real situation of the owner and know how to take care of the bleeding patient.

He looked up to the sky and sighed.

In fact, those performances are not aimless.

Angelo's mother is a half-demon. Although he does not have the ability of a demon, he is more sensitive than ordinary people and can "smell" light and dark by nature.

He knew that his master had always been under the control of a powerful demon, and that new lover named Lance had a faint taste of light and divine power.

Angelo himself had no holy power and could not compete with that dark creature. Every time Luke came to visit them in the manor, he was filled with joy for meeting them, and felt distressed for his own powerlessness and what happened to his master next.

So he hoped that someone, no matter who it was, could relieve Luke from the torment the devil had given him.

Right now, Lance seems to be a good candidate.

He wanted to be a small catalyst between them.

"Put me down, I'll say it one last time."

Luke growled in his cloak.

In fact, Lance's steps were more stable than any means of transportation. In his arms, Luke hardly felt any jolts, and his thinking gradually became clearer.

This is so inappropriate.

In the past, Lance was always gentle and polite, but it was the first time he felt tough and determined from him.

In Luke's eyes, this is a bastard who dares to commit crimes.

Under the threat of an ultimatum, Lance finally let him go.

The carriage was not far away, and walking independently would allow him to maintain the dignity of the little prince.

When his feet touched the grass, Luke's legs went limp and he almost fell down again. Fortunately, Lance beside him supported him.

The temperature was very low at night, and Lance gave Luke all his clothes. When he lifted him up, his fingers were cold, like an icicle stuck in a warm cloak.

Luke remembered that when he just crossed not long ago, he fell down on his unaccustomed legs, and it was also such a cold hand that held him.

Different from the unfamiliarity at that time, now that he is leaning against Lance, he only feels that this embrace is extraordinarily warm and powerful.

Thinking of the blessing of the holy power that protected him——Luke felt that as the master, he could be tolerant for a while.

The vampire's departure took away the drowsy component of the white mist, and the guards sleeping soundly beside the carriage yawned, terrified by their dereliction of duty, and did not notice Luke's gaffe.

Lance helped the road to get on the carriage, and followed naturally.

The carriage began to drive slowly.

It had to be said that this carriage was far worse than Lance's in terms of stability and comfort.Luke staggered, and began to feel dizzy again with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Your Highness."

In a trance, a cold hand was placed on his forehead, the holy power echoed the blessing between the brows, and the heat of the bright divine power warmed the two of them at the same time.

Luke felt relieved for a while, relaxed his mind, and just fell asleep like this.

"...Your Highness?"

Lance looked at the blond boy lying limply on his lap, and was a little stunned.