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

As the sun set, Lance embraced Luke from behind in the afterglow, and the shadows of the two dragged along for a long time, and merged into one at the end.

They went on like that for a long time, until the guards came and asked him if he wanted to dispose of the body.

After a while, the smell of burning rose, and Lance burned all the blood-stained clothes on Luke's body, and replaced him with a new cloak and gloves.

"I'm just pretending."

Luke raised his face and let Lance wipe off the blood and tears on his face with a towel.

"The little prince killed his dear housekeeper. He should be sad. Others must see me sad, so they won't doubt it."

Lance paused his hands, and said lightly: "That's enough, Your Highness. There's no need to pretend anymore."

Luke may not know what he looks like now.

On his pale face, only the eye sockets were red, and the purple pupils were gray, watery and watery, still leaking out.

Lance sometimes felt that he was shaky, but looking carefully, Luke's standing posture was still so upright, and his steps were still so steady.

But sometimes the eyes can lie.

When Lance hugged him just now, their bodies were close to each other. All the emotions released from the depths of Luke's heart vibrated the body, passed through the deception of language and vision, and conveyed to Lance.

Luke was trembling slightly.

It is difficult for any vision to detect, and only through the connection of the body, can he know his feeling for a moment.

Lance closed his eyes and said warmly: "If Your Highness needs to talk, I will always be your best listener."

He withdrew his hand after wiping off the water marks, and the soft touch of the towel still remained on Luke's cheeks.

As gentle as the hug just now.

"Didn't you listen to 'confession'?" Luke softened his expression, "After all, I killed someone like my father with my own hands."

"So do you regret it?" Lance asked.

"Of course not." Luke said.

Lance smiled at him.

Lu Jia looked at him for a while, then suddenly changed the subject: "How is Aphra?"

Lance suppressed his smile and said respectfully, "Please rest assured, Your Highness, I have sent your sister to your bedroom."

"She told you about my swordsmanship teacher and housekeeper?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Luke understood: "So Aphra asked you to do this."

Let him come to himself, let him comfort himself.

Lance was startled, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

He silently picked up the sword he had thrown earlier in a hurry, and put it back at his waist.

"Allow me to clean your sword," he said to Luke.

Luke acquiesced.

The person who cast this rapier only regarded it as a handicraft, and never expected that it would kill people one day.Now it curled the blade, the blood congealed into purple, mottled and stuck to the blade.

Lance wiped the sword with a towel dipped in water. Even when dealing with the traces of murder, he was still as holy and pious as wiping a statue of a god.

Luke couldn't help but think that this person should lead tens of thousands of believers to pray under the holy light, instead of touching these secular filth and blood.

He quietly watched Lance wipe his sword, felt sorry for him, and at the same time felt the pleasure of blaspheming the Holy Spirit.

After a long time, Lance sniffed the sword carefully, frowned at the lingering bloody smell, raised his head and suggested, "Our swords are the same, maybe I can exchange swords with Your Highness."

"No need," Luke said, "I don't want your sword to be stained with human blood."

Lance was slightly taken aback, holding the saber in his lowered eyes: "But it has too much blood on it, I'm afraid it will disturb His Highness."

"I really like it." Luke took the saber and tied it around his waist.

He looked at the blood-rose sunset in the sky, and said calmly: "This sword is like... reborn from blood."

He didn't have time to let those soft and fragile emotions control him.

The night is coming, and the battle that belongs to tonight is not over yet.

Luke got on his horse, and the setting sun was reflected in his eyes, dazzling.

I hope that the three retinue knights can complete the task perfectly, if not, An Qiluo will supervise them to do it.

After all, judging from the corpses of those assassins, An Qiluo was a very intimidating "mad dog".

Under the night, four people and four rode through the forest.

An Qiluo held the torch, and the cloak fluttered, occasionally revealing the ax in his waist that had just harvested dozens of lives.

He revealed half of his fair and delicate face from under the hood, looked at the other three and said with a smile, "What are you doing hiding so far away? I don't eat people."

As soon as he made a sound, the other three knights were all shocked instinctively.

Anyone who witnesses this harmless baby face wielding an axe and chopping people like melons will have nightmares at night!

The little prince has such a terrible killer under his command!Fortunately, Master Lancelot told them not to be half-hearted, otherwise they would have been killed by this young man when they were performing the mission before!

"Excuse me... where did you study under, Gao's name?" Oliver said in fear.

"My name is 'Hound Dog'." Angelo thought about the issue of his master and apprentice. He had no teacher, and the only way to learn was the book his master gave him. He said, "My master Luke taught me."

Oliver was so scared that he almost fell off his horse.

What about dull, thin and arrogant?

Luke Charlemagne, so terrifying!

Today, for the hundredth time, Oliver was glad that he hadn't betrayed himself, and for the one hundred and first time, he despaired of what happened to Master Lancelot.

"Don't be distracted, drive the pigs well." Angelo weighed the ax twice, and smiled briskly, "It should be here soon."

Wild boars are afraid of light and are used to moving at night.Oliver, who was born in the countryside, is very good at driving wild boars away with torches and aromatherapy smoke. The four of them cooperated with each other, and the route of the wild boars was almost as planned.

At the end of their line of sight, there were dots of flames, as well as the shouts of the nobles.

Oliver whistled, and they put out the torches at the same time, and disappeared into the darkness.

At this point in time, almost all the nobles had settled down to rest, and the only one who was still hunting and had to work harder to win the leader of the hunting day - only the eldest prince Dana.

"It's a herd of wild boars!" Dana at the front shouted excitedly.

The Duke of Fromens behind him frowned.

However, before he could react, Dana bent his bow and set an arrow, aiming at the wild boar king in front.

"Hold it!" cried the Duke of Fromens.

It's too late.

The cluster of arrows engraved with the name of the eldest prince has already pierced into the wild boar king's ass.

It howled angrily, changed its direction under the shock of the torch in the eldest prince's hand, and led the herd of wild boars to continue rushing eastward.

In the dark night, Angelo whistled silently.

"It was a real surprise."

In the confusion, he and the three knights merged among the nobles, and drove the wild boar to the east, overtly and covertly.

—that was the direction in which the king set up his camp.

The king at this moment is in a deep sleep.

In the afternoon, he chose an open space with beautiful scenery to settle down, played with his lover, and fell asleep when he was tired.

He didn't like the light affecting his sleep, so the guards had no choice but to extinguish the bonfire, and only three or four torches were lit in the entire camp.

Therefore, when the boar king broke the royal guards, rushed into the king's tent, and picked up his sheets, the king suddenly woke up from his sleep.

What greeted him was a pig snout scarier than any nightmare, and two sharp fangs.

The stinky saliva was sprayed on his face, and the king kicked his two fleshy legs, screaming like a pig.

But at this moment, a ray of sword light pierced through the tent, and a horse's hoof came from behind.The man with blond hair and bright hair, with a sword in one hand and a torch in the other, slashed at the wild boar king.

He is more heroic than any knight, and the black horse and the sword in his hand seem to be integrated with him.

He deftly dodged the attack of the fleeing men and women and the wild boar king's two fangs, and within a few seconds, he pierced the wild boar king's internal organs with his sword.

The wild boar king twitched a few times, then swallowed his breath.

The man got off his horse and knelt down before the king.

"Forgive me for being late to save you, and for frightening my father."

The king gasped in shock. He looked at the golden curly hair that belonged to the royal family suspiciously, wondering when he had such a good son.

"You are……"

"Father," the young man looked up, showing a pretty face, "I'm Luke, don't you recognize me?"

The king's eyes widened.

His delicate and charming little princess, the flower of the Holy Kingdom, is now giving him a knight salute, beautiful yet heroic, like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.

If he hadn't repelled the wild boar king, the king might have ended up with a gut-piercing end.

"...Luke," he said after a long while, "my dear son Luke!"

Luke didn't smile, he blinked his red eyes, as if trying to hold back his grief.

Outside the camp, the commotion caused by the wild boar raid is gradually subsiding.More and more people entered the camp to care about the king's situation, but the king's hand was always on Luke's shoulder.

Not only the king, but almost everyone tonight saw Luke's bravery against the wild boars.

After identifying the knight boy as the little prince who was said to have no skin, the nobles were greatly shocked, and some recalled the amazing swordsmanship talent shown by the little prince when he was young.

"Father!" The eldest prince Dana rushed into the tent happily, and the servants behind him dragged two dead wild boars, "I hunted these two wild boars!"

He was eager to show off his achievements, completely unaware of the gloomy atmosphere in the camp.

The Duke of Fromens glared at Dana, then stared at the broken arrow on the Boar King's ass, his face was terribly gloomy.

Dana hesitated to make a sound.

Royal guards will be severely punished for protecting the king.Just when the king was furious, Luke suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty," his voice sounded more like an adult man's, "the wild boar suddenly went crazy and rushed into the camp to attack you, there may be a reason for it."

With everyone watching, he walked up to the wild boar king, pulled out the half arrow cluster, and handed it to the king.

Dana's name was engraved on it.

After seeing the name, the king's face became redder and redder, like a balloon blown up with anger.

He glared at Dana and the Duke, and cursed for a long time: "Good son! Really my good son!"

It's just that the meaning of this "good son" is completely opposite to the praise of Luke.

Dana was completely dumbfounded.

Under everyone's gaze, the eldest prince's uncle, the Duke of Fromens, knelt down slowly and lowered his proud head.

"Your Majesty's matter is that I did not take proper care of him. But he is His Majesty's only son after all, please forgive him."

Luke looked down at the duke's gray hair with pity.

The only legitimate son, the only heir to the throne recognized by the Church.

This is also the only advantage of the eldest prince.

Now the Duke must feel extremely humiliated and resentful, regretting why he only allowed the queen to poison him, instead of trying his best to strangle his little bastard in the cradle.

And the more the Duke forcibly endured the resentment, the happier Luke felt.

Because he knew that tonight would never be the last time the Duke knelt down.

The kneeling ruler, the silly heir to the throne, the illegitimate child in men's clothes, the king with a changed attitude.

Looking at the four people standing at the power center of the Holy Kingdom, some keen nobles noticed something.

The clown in their eyes has actually been growing steadily without knowing it, waiting for the time to mature.

And this night, the clown finally wiped off the rich paint, revealed his true face, and raised his sword to the high throne.

— This is an official declaration of war.

Luke thought.

All he cared about had been taken back from the queen, and from now on, he didn't have to pretend to paralyze his enemies.

From this moment on, his fate and that of the original owner will be completely different.

The original owner lives in the shadows all his life, and he will fight for the support of this country openly, gain glory and power, and finally——

On top of the throne.