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

As the protagonists of the rumors, neither of the two parties knew how exaggerated the public opinion had become.

Lance pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Luke naked in the milky mist.

The skin is smooth and flawless, without any imaginary wounds.

"See everything clearly." Luke sank back into the water, lying lazily on the edge of the tub, "Satisfied?"

Lance looked away: "Do you need me to help you take a bath?"

Luke raised his eyebrows: "How to serve?"

"Wash your hair, wipe your body, and leave the rest to His Highness's instructions." Lance put the tray aside, "With my help, the bathing process will be faster, Your Highness, anemia is not suitable for prolonged soaking in hot water."

"...Oh." Luke really didn't know there were such details, "What's in the tray?"

"Your breakfast, Your Highness." Lance said, "I took some vegetables, meat, eggs and milk from the kitchen before I came. These foods help to replenish blood."

Luke blinked.

It feels amazing.

In the book, His Majesty the icy god king who sits on the supreme position and all people bow their heads to him, would actually take care of others so carefully.

She is gentle and holy, and he likes it very much.

Luke slowly buried his face under the water. He didn't know if it was because of the temperature of the water, but his cheeks felt a little hot.

But this beauty is destined to be seen from a distance.

Lancelot is God's Chosen One, and he doesn't understand worldly love at all. Even if he really learns what emotion is, the person he admires will be a pure and kind girl like Aphra.

Luke's goal is to at least help his sister gain his love.

What he didn't know was that before Lance couldn't even see the symptoms of blood loss, how could he know how to treat the blood loss?

Lance only learned about it after he went back to the mansion, looked up the books on this topic, and asked the cook.

"You are more thoughtful than my butler." Luke said with confusion.

"Your Highness deserves a better steward."

"What do you know?" Luke raised his eyes.

"You don't seem to trust him."

"...Is it so obvious?" Luke didn't care too much, "It seems that we can't hide it for long."

Thinking of the king's hunting day in the near future, he fell into thought again.

Someone scooped up water and slowly sprinkled it on his hair. The golden hair was wet by the water, and it fell limply by his ears.The drops of water rolled down the contours of Luke's face, and when they met his eyes, he blinked his eyelashes twice, and the drops of water trembled off with the blinking.

Lance rubbed the cotton bag filled with Sapindus rind with water, squeezed out foam, and massaged it between Luke's hair.

His movements were neither light nor heavy, and his fingers had a restrained sense of strength. Luke's spirit relaxed and he closed his eyes gently.

"Have you ever done this for someone else?"

"The nuns of the monastery taught me how to serve the nobles," Lance replied, "but this is the first time I have been used."

... He didn't need to learn this, Luke thought silently, Lancelot should have been the young master of the Winston family, and he could sit back and relax all his life and enjoy the service of others.

It was Luke's family, the royal family of this country, that brought Lance down to what it is now.

Luke stretched slowly, leaned on his back, stretched his arms upwards, and rested loosely on the edge of the tub.

The face, Adam's apple, collarbone, and chest all curve downward, submerged in the clear water, and hidden under the floating rose petals.

Luke glanced sideways at the silver mirror, and from the hazy mirror image, he realized that his body was beautiful.

Legend has it that Narcissus turned into a daffodil because he fell in love with his own reflection on the lake. Luke likes all beautiful things, including his own figure.

This is contrary to the doctrine, people should repent and humble themselves for the sins they are born with, and arrogance and arrogance are crimes committed by demons.

Luke loves himself very much, loves his healthy legs, loves any youthful and beautiful part of himself, and will pay any price to protect himself.

So he is a devil, a rose so rich that it is almost rotten.

It is destined not to have anything to do with a saint like Lancelot.

……yes?

Luke smiled slightly, looking up into Lance's eyes.Those green eyes were calm and unwavering, like a deep, clear and transparent pool of water.

Anyone who served Luke to bathe at close range would not be as indifferent as him.

But in Lancelot's eyes, there is no difference between beauty and bone, no matter what he does, his eyes are pure and clean.

This is the point he uses best, and it also relaxes Luke the most.

Anyway, nothing he can do will arouse Lance's emotions, so no matter how strange he is - admiring his body in the mirror just now, staring into Lance's eyes for a long time like now ——Lance won't mind everything.

He who is governed by reason and divinity is the best servant and the best king.

He looked at Lance again and smiled.

"Please close your eyes," Lance said suddenly, "I'm going to wash the foam for you, Your Highness."

Luke obediently closed his eyes.

Of course he didn't know that when he couldn't see, the fundus of Lance's eyes fluctuated slightly, not as calm as he imagined.

The water poured down gently, and the ripples scattered the rose petals gathered around him.

"Your Highness's dark-haired lover last night, do you know him?" Lance asked.

"Angelo?" Luke closed his eyes and said, "He is very loyal and trustworthy."

Lance fell silent, as if debating whether to speak or not.

"What do you want to say?" Luke asked.

"Slaves always have a tattoo that explains why they became slaves," Lance stated. "Angelo has a tattoo of a skull on the back of his hand, which proves that his direct blood relatives have committed murders—maybe not only Several people."

He was very euphemistic.

Luke knew that Angelo's father or mother was a murderer who killed countless people.

"This just proves that he will have good physical fitness like his parents, and is very suitable for being a secret guard..." Luke wanted to say that he would be a secret guard, but changed his words, "Being a lover."

"You don't mind his parents' crimes?" Lance asked.

"What does that have to do with him? He is an independent person who is only responsible for his own actions." Luke said, "Heka Manor raised him, not a murderer."

He probably figured out why An Qiluo didn't even dare to hope to be a human being, and only regarded it as his long-cherished wish to be his "dog".

In fact, it is completely unnecessary.

So what if Angelo's name is recorded in the annals of history when he ascends the throne?

Luke's thoughts drifted to other places, Lance looked at him, and suddenly said: "Someone taught me that 'the father pays the debt', and I should hate His Majesty the King, and all his family members and heirs, including you...uh."

Luke's eyes widened in shock at his words, he quickly got up and covered his mouth, and looked around again.

"You don't want to die?" He growled at Lance, "How dare you say such a thing?"

Lance's eyes narrowed slowly.

He is laughing.

Not the polite smile that usually hangs on the corner of the mouth, but a smile because of happiness.

Luke was shocked again, and let go in a daze.

"But Your Highness will keep it a secret, won't you?" Lance whispered.

"...I actually saw Lancelot Winston do such a thing. Either you are crazy or I am hallucinating." Luke murmured.

"Your Highness is joking." Lance rolled his eyes again.He wrapped Luke in a blanket and wiped the water off his body.

"Do you want to continue listening to the secret just now?"

Luke's eyes expressed silent expectation, like a child who wants to eavesdrop on forbidden books but is afraid of being discovered by adults.

Looking at the description in the parchment, he always thought that Lancelot hated the royal family of Charlemagne deeply, including the little prince.

But it doesn't sound like Lance himself thinks that way?

"For a long time, I have worked hard to cultivate hatred according to their teachings. The effect is not ideal, and I have been blaming myself for it." Lance said with a smile.

"However... what His Highness said just now seems to have given me a reason not to force myself to hate you."

He rubbed Luke's hair with the blanket, and through the thin cloth, he felt His Highness's soft hair as he wished.

"Don't hate you anymore...it makes me feel a lot easier, Your Highness."

He said with a smile.