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

Lance has countless secrets.

Most of them were insignificant, and it was no burden for him to hide their secrets.

There are few heavy secrets, and most of them are related to Luke.

He confessed one of them, but two more secrets were quietly born.

—He wanted to draw Luke.

Painting in the garden that day didn't seem to be enough, the life around Luke always fed his greed.

God said not to be greedy, but he was eager to describe Luke's appearance-not only among the flowers in the afternoon, but also naked in the bath.

Luke's body is beautiful, and he noticed it a few days ago.

After taking off the clothes, it is a different kind of beauty. No metaphor or rhetoric can match that kind of beauty. Even the flowers, gems, and pearls praised by poets will be dwarfed by Luke.

There were many moments when Lance wanted to ask to record such beauty.

At the most violent moment, he confessed a secret, and wanted to use this secret in exchange to ask Luke to fulfill his wish.

In the end he still didn't say it.

From the perspective of a normal person, this wish is inappropriate, it will scare people, right?

He didn't want to bring pressure to His Highness, nor did he want to spoil His Highness's seemingly happy mood.

Now His Highness is wearing the robe he put on with his own hands, lying on the bed with a big soft pillow in his arms, his two calves dangling alternately like fish tails splashing water.

That should be a happy performance.

"By the way, Lance, I'm a little curious," Luke hesitated. "Where are your slave tattoos? I've never seen them before."

Lance paused, then smiled and said, "Can I refuse to answer you, Your Highness."

This is his second secret.

After being rejected, His Highness seemed a little guilty... Was he guilty of the "scars" imposed on him by the royal family of Charlemagne?

Then he heard Luke habitually make an expression contrary to his actual mood, and said stiffly: "Whatever you want. I will definitely find it myself."

"You saved my life." Lance comforted him, "Between death and becoming a slave, everyone will think that living is a better choice."

"So what do you think?" Luke asked.

"I..." Lance didn't expect him to ask himself, he hesitated for a while.

His hesitation made Luke straighten his lips.

"I didn't know before," Lance said honestly, "but now, I think living is God's gift to me... No, it's His Highness's gift to me."

After all, only by being alive can he meet a person who can see brilliant colors in the long gray.

"Of course, your life belongs to me." Luke said domineeringly, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

duplicity.

Lance smiled inwardly, and brought the tray in front of him: "Please have dinner, Your Highness."

After tossing all night, Luke was indeed hungry.

He wiped his hands with Lance's towel, picked up the vegetables, and took two bites of the bread.

After relieving his hunger a little, he glanced at Lance and said, "Don't think that I won't pursue what you did last night after being so courteous."

"Your Highness, do you mean to take you out of the lovers?" Lance peeled off the egg shell, lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression clearly.

Luke found out that Lance had really become more courageous - he even dared to mock him?

Perhaps he should maintain his dignity as the master and order Lance to kneel down to apologize to him, but Luke didn't want to do that.

...the egg he wanted was still in Lance's hand.

"The topic changed well." Luke sneered, "If I read correctly, there was an unfamiliar horse in the convoy this morning. Let me guess, after we parted last night, you borrowed those three idiots horse, to follow me?"

"It's just to fulfill the contract between us to ensure your safety, Your Highness." Lance said.

Perhaps he was being watched in the name of protection, Luke thought.

"Anyway, I confiscated the horse." He smiled maliciously, "Would it be painful for the knight to lose his horse? If those three idiots who serve you as masters find out that their horse was sacrificed for 'protecting' the little prince How would they feel if it was confiscated?"

"They will be honored, Your Highness." Lance placed the peeled eggs on his plate.

Luke crossed his legs and snorted.

"But a master as generous as I am will not embarrass you in front of them," he said. "Do one thing for me to atone for your haste, and I'll keep the horse intact. 'Reward' to him."

Lance wasn't surprised to hear him take the opportunity to make a request.

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"Locke Oliver grew up in the country woods, and he knew how to keep the sheep and herds," said Luke. "And how about the wild boars?"

Wild boars sound less vicious than ligers, tigers, and wolves, but as the saying goes, "one pig, two bears and three tigers", once a nobleman was stabbed to death by the fangs of a wild boar.

"Does Your Highness want to do something on King's Hunt Day?" Lance asked.

"It's just blood for blood." Luke mocked, "I will explain it to you later."

The original book mentioned this year's King's Hunting Day.

Both princes made adequate preparations for this day, and each chose different hunting routes in order to hunt more prey.

As a result, the eldest prince Dana gained a lot and was rewarded by the king and nobles.Not only did the little prince not hunt anything, but because he encountered a herd of wild boars on the way and was injured by falling off his horse, he was ridiculed.

How miserable.

Purely bad luck?Or……

Luke was sitting in a high-back chair, eating strawberries while listening to the old housekeeper Abel report to him.

"Your Highness, I have already sent someone to investigate. The prey on the northwest side is rich. If you go there, you will be able to return with a full load." The steward said.

--really.

The original owner was not so much defeated by the wild boars as he was defeated by the traitor's trust.

As soon as Luke saw the old hypocritical face of the housekeeper, he felt sorry for the original owner.

But he didn't just let this old guy dangle in front of his eyes for nothing - he would squeeze out the last trace of use value from the old housekeeper.

Look, isn't the opportunity here?

Luke's heart was full of twists and turns, but on the face he pretended to be irritable and restless, frowning and buttoning the ring.

"A lot of prey?" He said irritably, "So what?"

"Did your Highness encounter trouble?" the butler asked.

"Anyway, I have to lose to that idiot Dana." Luke lay on his back in the armchair.

The old butler was shocked.

Since Lance came to the little prince, his life has not been very good.

He is no longer the one who serves the little prince personally, and he is no longer the one who listens to the little prince's secret aspirations. The servants in the mansion who fawn on him play tricks on the wind, and even the queen begins to question his ability.

Now is the chance.

From the queen's secret letter, he learned that Luke and the queen made a deal to lose the king's hunting day.

But in the earlier plan, they wanted to use Luke's psychology of "wanting to win the hunt" to lure him to the pre-arranged route, and "accidentally" encountered a group of crazy wild boars.

Of course, there were not only wild boars waiting there, but also assassins in ambush. The herd of wild boars was just a good excuse.

The best result is that Luke died.

Even if he couldn't die by fate, he would still be disabled and paralyzed, and it would be easier for him to control him in the future.

Now the deal proposed by Luke disrupted the original plan, and the queen had already given up on it, but if he succeeded in persuading the little prince to go to the route of the mad boar, wouldn't it be a great achievement?

Thinking of this, the housekeeper persuaded: "Your Highness, are you going to just swallow this bad breath?"

"So what?" Luke said distressedly, "And the Duke of Fromens will also help Dana."

The eldest prince's mother family is the Fromens family.

"Even if you lose, you have to lose beautifully." The old butler earnestly said, "Besides, if His Royal Highness tries his best, maybe he can win against the Duke of Fromens?"

"...Hey, Abel, you don't know, I have to lose." Luke slowly sank into the soft chair like a deflated doll.

The old housekeeper was disappointed.

"But you're right." Luke changed the subject, "No matter what, you can't let others see the joke. Just follow the route you said, Abel."

The old butler only felt that the situation had turned around, and said with relief on his face: "I am very glad to help His Highness."

"Since it is the route you recommended, why don't you go with me this time." Luke showed a warm smile, "You have worked so hard for so many years, go to the forest to relax, Abel."

"My honour, Your Highness," said the old butler.

Anyway, the target of those assassins is not him, he just needs to hug the little prince's body with a grief-stricken expression.

The flickering fire in the fireplace reflected the two masters and servants, making the room half-lit and half-dark.

After getting the specific mission requirements from Luke, Lance left a letter to Locke Oliver, asking to meet in the forest.

At three o'clock in the morning the next day, when the mansion was sleeping, Lance walked into the forest, intending to take a bath by the lake.

He was pure by nature, and would come here to take a bath before dawn every day, and then return to the bedroom of the mansion before Luke woke up, waiting for His Highness to wake up, and attend to his morning affairs.

So His Highness still doesn't know where his slave tattoo is or what it is.

Lance unbuttoned his shirt, and the shirt slid down the back of his shoulders.Some black lines flashed behind his back, and were covered by the falling silver hair in an instant.

At night, the breeze is gentle, the thin clouds are floating, and the moonlight is shining on the lake, sparkling.

The silver hair floated on the lake, like a piece of moonlight falling into the world.

Lance raised his hand and brushed his long hair to one side, revealing his fair and toned shoulders.

In the center of his back, black lines entrenched on the flawless white skin, spreading all the way to the butterfly bone.

A black rose bloomed there.