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

"The hair of the royal family of Charlemagne is the most dazzling sunshine bestowed by the God of Light", the nun in the monastery once told Lance.

To him, it was just a long meaningless rhetorical sentence composed of words. He didn't really understand this sentence until Luke appeared in front of his eyes.

That is indeed the most beautiful color.

Lance caressed the forehead hair on his lap in a daze. Just a second before the touch, his fingers were slightly stiff, and he put them back to his sides.

If Luke found out about his behavior, he would be very angry.

He should avoid unnecessary conflicts.

But Lance couldn't help thinking, how many people have touched this golden soft satin?Could the black-haired boy be among them?

Thinking of the young man who frequently provoked him, Lance frowned slightly.

He wondered at his unhappiness.

Since the unjust death of Duke Winston, he has suffered many hardships and humiliation, but it was just a mild provocation, which he should have ignored.

But this time...he was particularly brooding.

Perhaps it was because His Highness broke down in Heka Manor that he felt so.

However, in such a short period of time, can one indulge in sex to the point of depleting one's body?His Highness only stayed at the Heka Manor for an hour at most.

Lance finally discovered his misunderstanding.

All the experience he had was the song His Highness sang every night, and the bed he swayed by himself.

... an hour seems to be in the normal range.

His Highness's physical condition is not caused by indulgence at all.

Why didn't I find it before?

Lance couldn't help feeling annoyed at his mistake.He sniffed Luke, counted his heartbeat, and carefully observed his face.

Rapid breathing and heartbeat, pale lips, and cold sweat on the brow—perhaps symptoms of massive blood loss.

Holy power is omnipotent, but healing is the only area Lance is not good at. The holy power he used for Luke just now can only calm the nerves.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are commonplace. It is strange to say that he has almost no desire to heal others or himself, but when facing Luke, he always wants His Highness to maintain a healthy and lively state.

Lance looked around the interior of the car, looking for something that could help Luke.

The prince's carriage is fully furnished, except soft cushions, tea, goat's milk and other sweets.

Lance helped Luke lie flat, put a soft pillow on the back of his dangling neck, and washed two cubes of sugar with goat's milk.

Sugar is good for relieving the dizziness caused by blood loss. He helped Luke up and fed the sweet goat milk to his mouth.

"Drinking it will make you feel better, Your Highness." Lance coaxed softly.

Luke in his sleep seemed to be still conscious. He twitched his eyelashes twice, opened his mouth obediently, and swallowed the sweet goat milk in small sips.

To prevent him from choking, Lance controlled the tilting arc of the porcelain cup little by little, feeling that he had never been so careful.

The porcelain cup bottomed out, and he wiped the corners of Luke's mouth clean.Luke showed no signs of waking up, but his complexion looked better.

Night owls flew by outside the window, and only the sound of wheels could be heard.Lance quietly stared at Luke who was resting on his lap. He seemed to be hesitating for something, and finally made a decision. His fingers reached for the button on Luke's chest.

——He had to determine what the dark creature that took His Highness's blood was.

If there is no scar on the side of the neck that is most likely to be bitten, then the scar must be on other parts of the body.

As he undid the first button, a hand clasped his wrist.

"See where you are." Luke's purple eyes were clear and bright, "You should know what to do and what not to do."

When he lay down softly, people would mistakenly think that he was just a delicate and weak boy.

But when he opened his eyes, no one could deny that he was a superior who was always ready to fight.

Luke never let go of his guard.

"You're injured." Lance said slightly worried.

"Yes," Luke stared at him, "but you don't have the right to investigate my situation privately."

Lance stared at him for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "I understand, Your Highness."

Luke confirmed that he had really given up on his previous thoughts, and then his tense body softened, and he slowly nestled back into the small nest made of Lance's legs and soft pillows.

"I still want to sleep." He murmured softly, "...your legs are so warm."

Goat's milk is also very sweet.

Thank you.

In the early morning, when the carriage stopped outside the mansion, Luke had already rested comfortably for nearly two hours, feeling much better physically.

Without relying on anyone's support, he walked steadily back to the bedroom and ordered his servants to prepare bath water.

Having encountered many messy people and things in an unfamiliar environment, Luke felt uncomfortable and just wanted to clean himself up.

Also, he does need to check his injuries.

After moving the big tub for bathing, he pushed everyone away and untied the innermost thin shirt.

An Qiluo treated him briefly and bandaged it. This kind of wound cannot be seen by anyone. If the healing is too slow, he plans to go to his sister Aphra for treatment in private.

But when the bandage was removed, Luke was surprised to find that the puncture wound on the Throne of Thorns had disappeared, and the skin was smooth, as if it was just a nightmare.

If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have refused Lance to check his body.

Forget it, just tap it.

Luke threw the white gauze that he had untied into the fire, and waited for them to be consumed by the flames.

It's not too late to dispel Lance's doubts now.

Luke rang the bell and said to the butler who heard the sound, "Go and call Lance over."

This order from His Royal Highness the Little Prince went through several rounds, passed word of mouth, and spread to all corners of the mansion when the sun rose.

As a result, the maids who were still feeling sorry for His Highness's love last night raised their heads high one by one like chickens announcing the dawn in the morning.

Good news - Lance took the initiative to attack after being suspected of falling out of favor, and chased His Royal Highness back from the Heka Manor late at night.