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

Bare feet stepped on the fox fur carpet, and the subtle sound of the skin touching the animal blanket rubbed against the eardrums of the two people in the room.

Luke was looking forward to the moment when the Holy Son took the initiative to tear off the skin and reveal his emotions.

But Lance's eyes were still deep and indifferent, even though the tip of the sword pierced his robe, touched his abdominal muscles, followed the texture of his skin, and landed on his heart.

Luke was delighted to find that the skin where the knife tip passed was imperceptibly tense.

—Look, even this man can't be completely otherworldly.

The tip of the sword neatly cut the red rope used for binding, Lance was slightly taken aback.The young man who was almost face-to-face with him just now left suddenly, and the sudden loss of warmth in front of him gave him the illusion of being empty.

Luke discarded the weapon on the table casually, and sat back on the high-backed chair with his legs crossed.

Yes, he wanted to kill the threat...if he could.

Different from the modern age where "the gods are dead", in this world, there are omnipotent gods above the law of life, old age, sickness and death.

If the content written in the parchment is true, then the God of Light believed in by this continent really exists.In a sense, Luke's wearing a book may be a confirmation of some kind of miracle.

And Lance, the future paladin of the Holy See and the King of God - the spokesperson and regent of the God of Light in the mortal world, has been favored by the God of Light since birth.

Bringing the Chosen back from the dead is not difficult.

Now that Luke killed him, not only would it be useless, but it would also eat him back.

The blade returns to its sheath, from a gleaming instrument of murder to a luxurious and harmless ornament—just like its owner.

Temporarily restraining his edge does not mean that Luke is in a weak position.

Luke knew that Lance was the chosen one, but Lance didn't know this.If you don't know your own advantages and don't know how to use them, it means you don't have them.

Now Lance only knows——

"I can kill you with a single finger movement." Luke said with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

Lance lowered his gaze: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Look at me," Luke ordered.

Lance raised his eyes.

When looking directly at Luke, Lance remembered that on the guillotine many years ago, facing the dazzling sunlight, he saw the precious little prince on the king's lap.

At that time, the little prince was agitated by his gaze, and then he raised his head haughtily, but he couldn't bear to move his eyes, still staring straight at him.

As the first head tumbled under the scythe, the blood of the Duchess spattered the cheek of infant Lance.And the little prince in the stands stared wide-eyed, pulled the king's sleeves tightly as if begging, and said something in a hurry.

"You have nothing, I gave you everything." Luke's voice came, "Food, clothes, shelter, even this life."

"Yes, Your Highness."

His life was picked up from the guillotine by the man in front of him begging from the king.

And Luke knew about this past.

"Your life is mine," he propped his chin with one hand, and looked at his servant unscrupulously, "I can do anything to you without you complaining, whether it's ordering you to grow roses, or ordering you to give up your life." .Hope you keep that in mind."

It feels good to dominate the future god king, although the current ruler is only superficial.

"I like your face." Luke suddenly smiled, "Stay by my side and serve me."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance obediently accepted the little prince's whim.

"Then the first order, stop saying 'yes, Your Highness'." Luke stared at him critically, "Did the monastery make you dumb?"

"..."

After stepping on the blood of his relatives and stepping down the guillotine, Lance was sent to the monastery, nominally to purify the family's sins, but in fact to cleanse his hostility and educate him to become the most loyal servant of the royal family and the God of Light.

There is no doubt that Lance has learned well when it comes to dull etiquette.

And his master was annoyed by this obedience.

Unlike other slaves, Luke's requirements for him are not as simple as an obedient puppet.

There was a wave of fluctuation in Lance's heart.

Then he saw Luke get out of the high chair, come up to him, and roughly tore his robe.

Soft fingers caressed his left belly.

Lance's eyelashes flicked slightly.

After the robe came off, the bruises on his left abdomen from the beating were exposed.Luke noticed this carefully when he cut his clothes with the point of the sword.

"They presumed what I meant." Luke pressed the bruise hard, "You have the right to resist punishment without my permission-I don't want my things to be left behind by others."

Before sending Lance to his bedroom, someone "taught" Lance for him.

The son of the once high-ranking duke fell into the mortal world, and the servants who were driven by the inferiority of human beings revealed their ugly desires, always wanting to step on him to feel happy.

Lance had no right to resist before, so Luke gave him this power.

He rang the bell to call the butler: "Abel, ask someone to heal his wounds. I don't want him to have any flaws. Besides, those who dare to punish Lance without authorization, let them pay the price."

At a certain moment, the benevolent old butler took a dangerous look at Lance's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Luke complain: "His injury is too annoying, it's really disappointing. I wanted to play something new today..."

The man of the old housekeeper relaxed: "Follow your order, Your Highness."

"I knew you wouldn't let me down." Luke showed a sweet smile full of dependence.

Someone came in to change Lance into clean and tidy robes. Lance heard the boy's innocent laughter, but found a ray of darkness in the pair of sweet amethysts.

The acting is delicate and foolish, with almost no flaws.

Luke didn't love his steward as much as he showed, quite the opposite.

——This kind old man may be able to fool the former little prince, but he cannot fool Luke who is the book walker.

He was acting, and so was his dear housekeeper, Abe.

Who would have thought that the old man who raised the little prince and was regarded as his uncle by the little prince turned out to be a traitor?

Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a traitor, because the butler was from the queen's side from the very beginning.

King Doyle Charlemagne's two sons, one is the eldest prince Dana Charlemagne born of the queen, the prince of the Holy Kingdom; the other is the little prince Luke who is born of his mistress but is deeply loved by unknown reasons Charlemagne.

The queen and the eldest prince despise Luke and hold a grudge.

And Abel, the butler who had been placed beside the little prince since he was a child, was a wonderful move.

Coddle him, pamper him, let him see only jewels and eroticism, let him only hear praise and obedience, and personally cultivate him to be arrogant and lawless.

It seemed that this was the only way to reflect that his mediocre eldest prince brother was at least a normal heir to the throne no matter what.

——Praise and kill.

It was awesome.

Luke's smile deepened, and he looked up at his butler like an admiring child: "Is there anything interesting today?"

The butler was unaware of his thoughts, and said as usual: "Your friend, Master Xiazuo Cecil, I invite you to meet me at the 'Nest of Pleasure' in the evening."

The so-called "pleasure den" is actually the highest-end legal brothel in the Holy Kingdom—it seems that in this kind of place that provides services to dignitaries and a large amount of taxation, the God of Light will selectively ignore his ascetic dogma.

"Really?" Luke said enthusiastically, "Thank you for your report, tell Xia Zuo that I will come as promised."

Thanks to the butler for the report, this will lead to the little prince in the original book being notorious in the assassination of the brothel tonight, and losing his most heartfelt friend, and -- the most precious leg.

This will make him a cripple who cannot walk normally for the rest of his life.

No, yes, tolerance, tolerance.

Luke stretched out his arms and let the old steward put on a gorgeous robe for himself.

Dodge this assassination?No, he doesn't like missing appointments, especially for Xia Zuo.

In the original book, after the little prince lost his power, all the relatives and relatives were deserted, and all the cronies and friends scattered like birds and beasts. In the end, the only friend who remained by his side was Xia Zuo.

After the new king seized power, Xia Zuo, who had become the Earl of Cecil, brought his vassals to surrender to the God King. Perhaps they made some unknown deal. The tyrant Luke who should have been guillotined was instead placed under house arrest In the tower, one life was left behind.

And it was the assassination tonight that made the little prince suspicious of Xia Zuo, and a estrangement was created between the friends ever since.

Luke didn't want to lose his leg, and he didn't want to lose his right hand and right arm.

He will keep the appointment, but with a slight adjustment of plans.

"Buy him some decent clothes." Luke raised his jaw and glanced at Lance. "I want him to accompany me tonight."

Lance was watching him, and happened to meet the narrow smile hidden in the little prince's glance.

Bright and dazzling, it reminded him of amethyst in firelight.

"...Sorry I didn't understand, you mean..." The butler stared at Lance, tongue-tied.

"Is it hard to understand?" Luke frowned, like a child who gets angry when he doesn't get candy.

He repeated: "I, tonight, want dear Lance to accompany me to a brothel."