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

Lance was wearing a white shirt, leading a horse by the lake, and standing beside him was his father's knight, Locke Oliver.

"I have conveyed all of His Highness's orders," Lance said, "I am sorry to involve you in this operation."

"Master, there is no need to apologize." Oliver patted his chest and said, "My life was given by the old duke. Now that the old duke is gone, the young master will take care of it. Let alone a horse, even if it is my head, So that the young master can just throw it away."

Then he looked around twice, and lowered his voice: "Then, did the young master discover anything this time?"

"...What?" Lance asked puzzled.

"Corruption and bribery, collusion with foreign enemies and so on," Oliver winked at him, "or more serious, related to heretics?"

He was referring to Luke.

"I don't understand what you mean." Lance said lightly.

"It's not?" Oliver was surprised. "Looking at how eager the young master was last night, he must have noticed something. The little prince made an exception and came back with the young master so early. I thought he had something to do with the young master."

Yes and not.

Not to find evidence, Lance felt that Luke was in danger, so he rushed there.

Luke was carried back by him, not because he fell into trouble, but because he was weak and unable to resist.

Lance moved his fingers, and recalled the feeling of stroking His Highness's golden hair through the towel.

"It's not what you think it is." He said with lowered eyes.

A broad, thick hand clapped on his shoulder.

Oliver misunderstood what he meant, and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, if you fail this time, next time, I believe the young master will definitely escape his clutches."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and said, "If it wasn't for his damn contract, we could take this opportunity to take revenge on him..."

"I'm really interested in His Highness's plan." Lance interrupted him.

The straightforward servant knight blinked in confusion.

... How do you feel that you are stumbled while chatting with the young master today?

"Yes, yes, the young master is right." Oliver immediately recalled Lance's reasons, "We must do our best in everything we do! Even if it is the task of the little prince, we must not forget the knight's spirit of contract. "

Lance glanced at him, his eyes were a little inexplicable.

Oliver didn't notice.He said with emotion: "But that guy is really credulous, and he taught us such an important task."

"Then don't betray his trust." Lance handed over the reins.

trust?His Highness will not trust them.

With His Highness's disposition, another guarantee will definitely be arranged, and this task is just a test for the three retinue knights.

Lance looked at the mansion not far away.

In the intriguing royal family, His Highness may have been learning how to "distrust".

When "Luke Charlemagne" was still young, he used to trust someone very much.

After winning the duel with his brother and getting the "Lionheart King", he silently watched the body of the fencing master being carried into the coffin, which was buried in the ground, and beautiful little purple flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.

The fencing teacher was murdered because he was too sharp.

Dew dripped from the petals, and he squatted in front of the tombstone, not speaking to anyone for a long time.

Until the king brought a dozen polite middle-aged men to him in order to please him.

"You need new company. Choose one to be your butler, my little canary."

Among all the people, he immediately took a fancy to the man named Abel.

-Abel looks almost exactly like his murdered fencing master.

"I will always be loyal to you and serve you forever, my lord." Abel swore with that loyal face.

It's so similar, it's almost as if it was deliberately sent to his eyes.

Not without suspicion, not without suspicion.

I just wondered, if he treated Abel with sincerity, treated him with the highest courtesy, and rewarded him with the best reward, would Abel also be moved and repay him with sincerity?

"Your Highness...the prey in the northwest is abundant...you will be able to return with a full reward."

Under the firelight, the old butler looked gloomy.

The answer is already obvious.

Abel made a decision, and he made a decision.

The heart is still aching.

In the carriage, Luke woke up from his sleep with a frown, and it was raining lightly outside the window.

Since crossing over, he has been dreaming every night, and obtained part of the memory of the original owner from the fragments of the dream.

Those particularly deep memories will even affect his mood.

"If he doesn't die, you have to die." Luke sneered coldly, "Since it's for living, there's nothing to be sad about."

"Your Highness, how do you feel?"

A gentle voice came from the other corner of the car, Lance's green eyes looked at him, and there was concern in his voice.

Only then did Luke realize that due to the colic of his heart, his hand had been pressing on his heart.

He cleared his throat, withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and said coldly, "Maybe it's because I'm tired from the journey and I'm a little bored."

It was noon at this time, and their five carriages were mixed in the convoy of the king and nobles, heading to the Shenghonglin Summer Palace outside the capital to participate in the annual "King Hunting Day".

There is a gorgeous palace built there, and the royal forest outside the summer palace is huge. Because it is protected from loggers and hunters, the forest is lush with trees and wild animals. It is the hunting paradise most desired by the royal family and nobles.

To see his dear King, Luke was forced to change into a palace dress, which added to his already depressed mood.

Sooner or later he'd have to change the outfit, he swore.

At this time, the young man was wearing a red dress, the hem of which was like a rose in full bloom, and he was deeply immersed in the dark velvet soft pillow, which made his skin white and delicate.

A pampered canary has a ferocious expression, as if it could kill a stag with one bite.

Aggressively beautiful, but her face is so pale that it hurts.

Maybe it was because the road was rough and the carriage wasn't moving smoothly enough, Lance thought.His Highness's body has not yet fully recovered, and he is not used to traveling and traveling.

He hung up the curtains and opened the windows.

The moist wind brought the fragrance of plants and soil into the compartment, and Lu Jia suddenly felt his mind cleared up.He looked out the window at the trees passing by in a hurry, and suddenly the aroma of black tea and milk wafted from the tip of his nose.

There is a white porcelain cup in front of him, and the milk tea swirls gently.

Luke glanced at the smiling Lance.

He took the teacup from Lance's hand and took a small sip.

Sweet milk, small fishy smell, heavy sweetness, contains the aroma of black tea.

The tip of Luke's tongue trembled slightly, and his eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

If it were a different person, they would definitely find this black tea too sweet, but it tasted just right for Luke, not too much and not too little, and one tasted it to know that he had put his heart into it.

"The workmanship is good." Luke said critically.

"As long as His Highness likes it." Lance said with a smile.

His smile is peaceful and serene, like a distant mountain covered in mist, even the tiny sound of a bird flapping its wings can be clearly heard, echoing from the mountain.

Luke felt that he was the bird.

His mind is much calmer.

"Will you kill the traitor?" He asked, sipping milk tea.

"I don't think so," Lance said.

"That's right," Luke teased him. "After all, His Excellency the Holy Son came to this world to forgive sinners, and he will not join forces with us laymen."

Lance glanced at him indifferently, expressing his disapproval of joking about the incarnation of the Holy Spirit—but it was only a "light" reprimand.

"However, can you really completely forgive a traitor as the doctrine says?" Luke said, "Being betrayed by the closest person will still make you angry."

"I haven't had the experience you mentioned, Your Highness." Lance said.

His closest person, the old Duke of Winston, has passed away, and the nun who raised him in the monastery may never see him again in his life, so he can avoid the pain of being betrayed by an important person.

... What if His Highness betrayed him?

No, that doesn't happen at all.He has no desires, no desires, nothing, and nothing can be taken away, so he can't be said to be betrayed.

He was thinking about it, when Luke said softly: "I am good enough for him, why is he still not satisfied, even wanting his life..."

The little prince's eyes were blank, and the hand holding the teacup hovered in the air, precariously.

He was saddened by the butler's betrayal.

"'Greed' is the original sin of man, Your Highness." Lance said reassuringly, "Man's desires will never be satisfied, and this is not your fault."

Lance suddenly realized something.

Could he be extraordinary by himself?

To His Highness, at first he "wanted to take a closer look", and then "wanted to draw it down".

His Highness satisfied his desire, so he was greedy for "real touch" and "painting nude"...

—Will there be more greedy desires in the future?

What could be a greedier desire than "touch"?

A soft tone like a singing voice suddenly broke into his mind.

Lance was taken aback, his hands trembling with tension, and he tried his best to restrain the urge to confess to God.

"Your Highness, the tea is getting cold."

He heard his own voice terribly calm.

"...um." Luke said absently.

It was obviously not hot anymore, but he still sipped the milk tea as if cherishing it.Every mouthful of sweetness brought him back to reality from the original owner's dream, and made his heart fall back to reality.

...After all, Lancelot in the original book would not make such a tasty milk tea.

That's right, his life trajectory is completely different from that of the original owner.

Luke looked out the window, as if he had seen the sunlight pouring down through the gaps in the clouds.

At this moment, the fast-moving carriage stopped suddenly, and under the influence of inertia, Luke suddenly fell forward.

He instinctively closed his eyes, but the pain he imagined did not appear.A pair of arms hugged his body tightly, preventing him from hitting the wall.

Luke slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of long hair like silver satin, and there was a faint scent of grass and trees when he sniffed carefully.

The white porcelain cup was broken beside him, and the milk tea he was reluctant to drink dripped from Lance's body onto the soft pillow, filling the room with the sweet and greasy aroma of milk.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Luke quickly broke free from the opponent's embrace, and when he raised his face, the tip of his nose brushed against Lance's jawline.

He picked up the half-can of milk that was lucky enough to survive from the rug and poured it on himself.

——As a result, the red dress spilled milk, making it completely unwearable.

Luke threw the milk bottle away, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly on purpose: "Look at what you did! You ruined such expensive clothes like this, can you afford it?"

As he yelled, he gave Lance a wink of his right eye and finally mouthed "Thank you."

Isn't there a chance to go back to men's riding clothes?

Luke was in a very happy mood.

He didn't notice that his loyal servant didn't respond politely as before, but stiffened his body, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.

For a few seconds, Lance's hand was on the waist of the little prince.

Soft blond hair brushed against his cheek, with a warmth that could melt everything.

The demon got what he shouldn't have wished for.

——And Your Highness knows nothing about it.