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

The herd of wild boars completely ruined the king's hunting interest, and the hunting day ended early that night.The nobles returned to their residences in the summer palace to rest, waiting for the arrival of the evening celebration banquet.

In the afternoon, the sky was slightly cloudy and the temperature was pleasant. Luke took Lance to wander around the Summer Palace.

He was wearing simple riding clothes, and he stepped on the lawn with long black leather boots.Many cumbersome jewels were taken off, leaving only one or two for decoration.

The "Lionheart" worn around his neck was handed over to Dana, but Luke was confident of winning it back.

He hummed a tune softly, which was a nursery rhyme Aphra sang to him during his nap.

When looking at Luke, Lance thought of a fluffy little oriole, which had taken back its precious egg arrogantly, and was now singing and waving its wings in circles.

Of course, even if His Highness was so happy that he turned around in his heart, he would not indulge his body to do so... Only the slightly brisk footsteps revealed a little bit of joy.

"Your Highness is in a good mood." He said with a smile.

"Maybe, but don't tell her, or she will become even more lawless." Luke raised his brows with displeasure, "How dare she threaten me with a hunger strike in the morning to rest in bed—how can there be such a savage sister? ?”

Cursing on the mouth, but the eyes are very warm.

There is no doubt that His Highness's younger sister is very special in His Highness's heart.Lance wondered vaguely, could he become someone special to His Highness in the future?Affect His Highness's emotions, make His Highness laugh and move for himself...

Before he had time to think too far, he heard Luke speak.

"By the way, I have good news for you."

Lance looked after him.

"After I go back, I will clean up the servants in the mansion. No one will watch us anymore, and we don't need to pretend anymore."

Luke laughed.

"This means—you don't have to pretend to be my lover anymore."

Clearing up the charge of adultery is a great relief for the ascetic believers, and it can also be regarded as a kind of thank you to Lance.

He walked a few more steps, and suddenly found that the footsteps that had been following behind him stopped.

Luke looked back at Lance, who was standing still, with some doubts.

A strong wind blew by, and Lance's long silver-white hair fluttered with the wind, covering his face.

After the wind passed, the clouds blocked the sunlight, and the entire summer palace suddenly became dark.

Lance didn't seem to like the good news.

And the silence was too much... Luke felt something was wrong.

Still worrying about your reputation?

"I will clarify your relationship with the king and the nobles, and you can completely restore your innocence." Luke added, "Then you can... learn to like other girls."

——Of course it can't be any other "any" girl. The male protagonist can only like the female protagonist, his sister, so that it is easy to control.

"Aphra is devout, gentle and kind." Luke suggested, "I think you can try to get in touch with her."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips, feeling a little strange in his heart.

But he was soon relieved.

As an older brother, he would never want his good cabbage to be raped by a pig—although this "pig" is handsome, considerate and capable, he has no shortcomings except that he doesn't like cabbage.

After thinking it over, Luke ignored the awkwardness in his heart and waited for Lance's response.

"..." Lance said.

It happened that there was another strong wind, and Luke saw what Lance said, but the wind scattered his voice, making it impossible to distinguish the specific content from the shape of his mouth.

Luke shielded his eyes with his hands, and he tried to observe the other person, trying to dig into the inner thoughts of those green eyes, but found nothing.

Cold drops hit the back of his hand.

Lance walked towards him, took off his robe and placed it over Luke's head, completely blocking his view.

"It's raining, Your Highness." He said flatly.

The conversation was interrupted.

After that, the two tacitly did not bring up this topic again.

In the stone corridor, Lance wrung out the water in his coat. He was completely soaked, and the rain fell down the tip of his nose and cheeks one by one. Perhaps it was because of the damp and cold, his face was paler than usual.

In stark contrast, Luke was barely exposed to the rain.

He looked at the drenched servant with a look of resentment in his eyes.But he didn't speak, just looked around calmly for the nearest warm room.

"The queen is going to exchange Aphra for the support of the northern barbarians," Luke said as he walked, "This matter would not have happened so quickly. I was the one who hastened the arrival of bad luck."

He looked back at his servant seriously.

"Lance—please protect her no matter what."

This was the first time he used "please" to Lance. The request seemed weaker than an order, but it was very powerful when it came out of Luke's mouth.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said.

He will fulfill the request as promised.

Luke should feel at ease because of this... But this kind of Lance seems to have turned back to the servant he saw at the beginning of time travel. He didn't say a word of unnecessary words, leaving only empty meekness and obedience.

Luke frowned, skipped the slight hesitation in his heart, knocked on a door and walked in.

It is April now, there is no fire in the room, and an old man is dozing in the armchair by the window, snoring lightly.

"Light a fire." Luke sat in a chair in front of the fireplace.

This kind of behavior was a little suspicious, he could obviously go back to rest in his luxurious and comfortable residence, instead of settling down to warm up in a dilapidated hut.

It's just that his bedroom is too far away from here, and Lance is very wet...

Luke added the reason: "I'm cold."

Fortunately, Lance didn't know what he was thinking right now, he didn't notice the illogical behavior of his behavior, and obediently lit the firewood in the fireplace like a puppet.

Luke's bedroom has always used only well-burned charcoal, the kind of charcoal used by nobles that does not produce smoke.He had never seen inferior firewood used by civilians, and he immediately coughed from the black smoke rising from the firewood.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Lance woke up suddenly, said "Sorry" in a low voice, and released a small mask to block the smoke and dust back into the fireplace.

The soft snoring of the old man in the room stopped slightly.

Neither of them noticed this.

Luke coughed and glanced at Lance, satisfied to find that his pale face was flushed by the firelight.

"Sit down." He gestured to the chair opposite him.

They were silent for a while, and Luke noticed that Lance's clothes were drying.

If it wasn't for the sudden rain, he would have gone to Yaoguang Pagoda to investigate—the tower where the little prince was imprisoned.

It seems only next time.

"Do you know Yaoguang Pagoda?" Luke asked.

"I heard a little, Your Highness." Lance silently watched the flames in the fireplace.

Luke unconsciously stroked the Ouroboros ring.

The pictures inside the Yaoguang Pagoda appeared in front of him again, but after mental preparation, Luke can be called calm now.

"If you own the Yaoguang Pagoda," he asked, "under what circumstances do you think you would lock people in?"

"I don't know, Your Highness," Lance said.

This is not the answer Luke wanted.

——The current Lance can almost be described as "out of his mind", and it's not perfunctory, it's just that he is out of shape and trying hard to answer him.

Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Lance tried his best to smile and said, "I will think about this issue carefully before telling Your Highness."

"Forget it." Luke rubbed his eyebrows.

It's not something to be happy about. With such a strange question, Lance is like a student who earnestly completes the teacher's question.

That's right - Lance in this world is docile and harmless, but now he seems a little depressed, and he can't connect with the god-king who is trying to usurp power.

Everything is fine, except that now there are few words.

— so much so that Luke actually felt like a big stray dog ​​outside in the rain and homeless.

Why is this happening?

Because I arranged him for Aphra?

Luke couldn't help but think of some pet science popularization before time travel, such as dogs that suddenly change owners are prone to depression and so on...

He was almost amused by his own associations.

The future God King is heartless and ruthless, how could he be like a pet dog with weak emotions.

This situation continued until the evening celebration banquet.

The lawn was wet after the rain, and the crisp sound of the goblets colliding was intertwined with the orchestral music. After entertaining the enthusiastic nobles, Luke was a little drunk and hid in the corner alone to eat small cakes.

Lance didn't come.

Before the celebration banquet, Luke specially asked him to accompany Aphra, which is very good, which shows that the servant is at least obedient.

Someone took his arm.

Angelo didn't know how he got in, dressed up like a bartender, playing the role of the little lover with a smile on his face.

"Where is my 'junior'?" Angelo winked.

"Who?"

"Lance."

"He's not my lover, and neither are you." Luke crushed a pickled cherry expressionlessly, "Let me go."

Instead, An Qiluo hugged him even tighter, climbing up his neck little by little.Just as Luke was about to move his feet, he heard him say, "Don't move, Lance is watching."

Luke froze.

As soon as he reminded him, Luke did find that Lance was not far away, turning his face to talk to Aphra.

"He didn't look." Luke lowered his voice, "Stop joking, get down."

"Guess what he's thinking right now?" Angelo chuckled in his ear, "Do you want to expel me and lean by your side instead of me?"

Lance on the opposite side seemed to turn his face to look at him.

Luke quickly turned his eyes away.

It seems that following Angelo's description, he could not help but imagine the scene where Lance embraced him tenderly.

Luke only felt the hairs on his back stand up one by one, his scalp was numb, and his face was slightly hot—stimulation, but not out of fear.

Angelo's paranoia must have infected him.

"Are you addicted to role-playing? This is reality, not a fairy tale full of fantasy." Luke mocked him coolly, "Maybe I should question your age and send you back to Heka Manor to find a nanny to tell you how to go to bed. story."

When he heard that he was going to be sent back, An Qiluo curled his lips, and immediately stood beside him obediently.

When Luke looked up again, Lance and Aphra were no longer there.

"His Royal Highness Luke Charlemagne—" the attendant in the main tent shouted loudly.

The king was offering rewards to the nobles who performed well in hunting, but Luke had nothing but a few wild boars, so he didn't expect that he was also among the rewards.

And judging from the style of the plate served by the attendant, it was the highest reward.

--a glass of wine.

In the original book, this cup of wine was given to the eldest prince Dana.

"For your meritorious service in rescuing you, you will be rewarded first." The attendant said, "I will reward you with a cup of 'Divine Wine'."

The audience was in an uproar, countless eyes searched for Luke's figure in the crowd, and the envy in their eyes was almost crazy.

Luke frowned slightly.

This was out of his plan, and something out of his control made him a little uneasy.

Angelo said behind him: "That's the wine brewed from the 'Divine Fruit'. There are few such fruits in the whole continent. There is only an old tree in the Holy Land, which is worshiped by believers day and night. Every three years Bear fruit once."

"What's so special about efficacy?"

"Good thing, keep fit, and bathe in the blessings of the God of Light from the inside out." Angelo shrugged, "Although I can't drink."

"Why can't you drink?"

"Because I want to stay by your side as a 'human being'..." Angelo was reluctant to answer this question, and he winked at him encouragingly, "Go, everyone is waiting for you."

As Luke walked forward, he remembered about Angelo's origin—one of Angelo's parents was a half-demon.

People with demonic blood can't drink 'Divine Wine'?

And the little prince is a pure-bred human race, which is undoubted in the parchment scrolls.

There seemed to be nothing to worry about.

Luke thanked the king and took the glass.

The amber nectar shines brightly in the silver cup, and the smell is fragrant and charming.

He picked up the glass and drank it.

Luke didn't know that there were hundreds of greedy eyes behind him shooting at the wine glass in his hand, and one of them just stared at him.

Watch him flirt with others, watch him drown in everyone's eyes, watch his throat roll when he drinks, and the wine soaks his red lips.

Lance could only look at him from afar.

He could only stand in the dark background and reflect his figure with his eyes, as if he was satisfied with having a shadow for a moment.

...is it really satisfying?

If His Highness wants him to leave, then he will be obedient and obey.He tried and worked hard, and finally came to a conclusion:

——No matter what means he used, he wanted to stay by His Highness's side.

Sitting in front of the dilapidated fireplace in the afternoon, His Highness once asked him, under what circumstances would people be locked up in the Yaoguang Tower.

This question suddenly had an answer.

—to hide.

In order to let his shadow stay in his own eyes forever.