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

Luke stared at Lance dumbfounded, like a fox staring at a silly rabbit that bumped into his mouth in astonishment.

An hour later, the blood was full, the mind returned, and the person who was startled into a silly rabbit became Luke himself.

And Lance seems to be the fox wiping his mouth after eating and drinking.

Of course, this was just a momentary "illusion" of Luke.

In fact, now Lance is kneeling in front of him with his head bowed, his silver hair hangs from one side of his neck, revealing the other neck intentionally or unintentionally.

The three scratches on the skin on the side of the neck? Nakedly accused Luke of his crimes.

He was bruised and bruised, like a noble beauty who had been bullied, persecuted by evil nobles, pitiful and helpless.

Especially after this wicked nobleman insulted the beauty, he suddenly changed his face and kicked him off the bed.

If Luke hadn't clearly remembered that it was this man who kissed him first last night, he would have been fooled by this innocent look.

Luke took a deep breath to keep himself from fainting.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Lance knelt straight, "I lost my composure last night, please Your Highness punish me."

He was serious, and he apologized quickly and sincerely, which was beyond Luke's expectation.

But to speak in a regretful tone... I can't detect it.

Lancelot was naturally moody, so Luke couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking.

He laughed mockingly: "Huh? Admitting your mistake so quickly,? Are you too lazy to argue with me?"

Lance said neither humble nor overbearing: "Please punish me, I will not complain about any punishment."

Luke snorted, but the rage that was simmering in his heart was extinguished for a little while.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you." He unconsciously softened his voice.

But I heard Lance say, "I shouldn't have kissed Your Highness like that."

Luke's face froze, and an embarrassing blush spread.

This question is asking for trouble.

But—Lancelot, who doesn't even understand a little bit of love affairs,? Why can he say the word "kiss" so frankly?

"It's not 'kiss', it's 'mouth to mouth'." Luke gritted his teeth to correct the other party's wording.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said obediently.

Admitting mistakes is very positive.

Luke grabbed the fur tassels on the edge of the soft pillow, and was swept twice as if by a wagging dog's tail. He was a little annoyed, but he couldn't find the wrong place to vent his anger.

He felt intense thirst when he became a succubus twice... It seems that "mouth to mouth" is necessary to relieve the symptoms of thirst, otherwise he will always be controlled by the nature of the succubus.

"Currently, the cycle of His Highness's succubi is seven days." Lance said solemnly, "I will satisfy His Highness in the next seven days."

Seven days—so the night of the Mayflower Ball was the seventh day after that.But as a succubus, he couldn't attend at all, so he couldn't see Aphra dancing.

Damn.

Luke frowned and thought, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Lance's words.

Did he get it wrong?

What is "I will satisfy His Highness"?

As he thought about it, he asked.

Then he heard Lance's explanation.

"The mouth-to-mouth technique satisfies His Highness."

Lance replied solemnly, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his words.

Luke took a deep breath, thinking he needed some smelling salts.

——It turns out that the apology is so straightforward, is it because of poor kissing skills?

Listen to this meaning, want to have many times?

"Next time?" He sneered, "You don't think I'll give you another chance, do you?"

Lance paused, raised his head, his eyes showed a little confusion.

"...Your Highness. I just want to help you."

"Impressive," Luke said immediately.

It was almost as if he had to and could only rely on Lance.

If you go too far, do you want to be restrained and manipulated by it?

Every cell in his body was calling the police.

"I don't intend to 'continue' to bother you with such a small matter." Luke lazily leaned against the bedpost, looking down at his servant, "I can definitely find someone else."

Lance was silent for a moment.

"But others may reveal His Highness's secret."

"Oh, really?" Luke raised his legs, "What makes you think that you are the only one who is loyal to me?"

Seeing that Lance was silent, a malicious smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"What's more, if I don't feel at ease, I can just abolish that person's hands and feet and imprison him in an iron cage, leaving him with only basic bodily functions, enough to provide what I want."

Against the background of the scarlet bed curtain, Luke's slender legs were exposed from the slit of his nightgown, with his toes turned up.

He fiddled with the ring carelessly, with a half-dark expression, already showing the shadow of the future tyrant.

He was interested in guessing Lance's reaction.

Fear?Surprised?condemn?Or admonish him with the dogma of God?

And Lance just lowered his head meekly.

"If you wish, Your Highness."

Luke narrowed his eyes slightly, and threw away the soft pillow.

"It's boring."

If it wasn't necessary, he certainly wouldn't find another person.

Showing embarrassment to Lance was unbearable enough, how could he let other people see it?

As for cutting human pigs—that kind of cowardly method he doesn't even bother to use, so it's just a small intimidation to Lance.

I don't know if Lance has guessed this layer, so he is indifferent to his bad words.

"Actually, I have another suggestion, Your Highness." Lance said, "If Your Highness allows me to capture the demon in Heka Manor, and learn the content of the curse from its mouth, it may be possible to completely eradicate succubi."

"Do not."

Luke vetoed it without thinking.

He naturally wanted to get rid of the vampire, but he was afraid that the vampire would tell the truth against him in front of Lance.

With demons involved, the contract of the God of Light would not protect him, and Lancelot would become his enemy.

Of course, he wouldn't let Lance know what was really in his mind.

"If you catch the devil, there is a risk of exposing the holy power." Luke changed his reason, "I don't want to reveal your holy power to the public—your holy power can only be used by me."

Lance couldn't help but look up at Luke.

His Highness is domineeringly swearing his ownership, and after careful observation, His Highness's eyebrows are slightly frowned, it seems that besides domineering, there are other concerns.

—For example, worrying that he would be sent to the guillotine because of the exposure of the holy power.

Lance's voice softened: "Your Highness, don't bother protecting me."

Hearing this, Luke gave him a strange look, not understanding how his logic came to this point.

"Forget it, I want to have breakfast." Luke stood up, looking unnaturally over Lance's neck, "Your neck injury, remember to go to Aphra for healing."

Lance got up to help him wash and change his clothes.

"Remember not to touch me, otherwise the Sacred Honglin Forest will welcome you forever." Luke coolly threatened him, "Send you in, and pull it out when the time comes."

He glanced at Lance: "According to your guess, isn't it only once every seven days?"

After speaking, Luke withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

It was just a habitual little expression, with no special purpose.However, from the little sly look in his eyes, Lance recalled His Highness's bright eyes, seductively kissing him.

At those times, His Highness only had him in his eyes.

Soon, His Highness's attention drifted to other places, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lance noticed a slight roll in His Highness's throat.

"Send word to Mrs. Margie that I'd like to have the little cake I ate a few days ago this morning."

It turned out to be thinking about breakfast.

Lance's eyebrows softened.

"Your Highness likes it?"

"Not bad." Luke praised stingily.

"Then he will prepare a new style that is more pleasing to His Highness today."

Luke glanced at him suspiciously.

Why use "he"?In the language here, "he" and "she" are pronounced differently, and Mrs. Magee is clearly "she".

It must have been a new chef behind his back.Absolutely.

And Lance's demeanor seemed to be as usual, as if he didn't know that he had slipped his mouth just now.

What's wrong with this?

Luke felt the need to find out.

In the restaurant, after Lance left, Luke made a "shush" gesture to the other servants, and followed Lance quietly.

He stood on tiptoe and poked half of his head in.

In the kitchen, Lance is bending over to decorate cupcake cups with buttercream.

Sunlight poured down from the window, the young man propped himself on the kitchen counter with one hand, and squeezed cream with the other hand holding a piping bag, his movements were slow and steady.The forearm muscles are bulging, the skin is almost transparent under the sun, and the blue blood vessels are looming.

Unlike the usual haircut, Lance now has a long silver ponytail tied high behind his head.His expression was focused, as if he was not facing a cake cup, but a delicate noble girl.

Luke's heart was pounding--at the little cake in his hand.

"Is Your Highness already hungry?" Lance turned his back to him, with a smile in his voice.

When was it discovered?

Luke coughed lightly, pretending to inspect the passing, and strode in with his head held high.

"Liar." He preempted. "Mrs. Magee didn't do it at all."

"Please forgive my good-natured concealment, Your Highness." Lance gently raised his wrist and finished the finishing touches, "I don't have the confidence to make Your Highness like my craft, so I pretended to be Mrs. Tomaji."

He held up the freshly made cake cup and handed it to Luke, with a pure smile in his eyes.

"So this morning, I was very happy to hear His Highness say 'like'."

"I said 'not bad'." Luke raised an eyebrow.

Lance smiled again, green eyes as if to say "what difference does that make".

They looked at each other in the sun, and the aroma of bread, milk and sugar baking filled the air between them.

The tip of Luke's nose twitched slightly, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation. He looked away and took the cake cup from Lance's palm.

He took a bite and narrowed his eyes slightly.

...Wow, delicious.

I don't know what the god-king in the parchment looks like in private. Anyway, the Lance before Luke's eyes has completely developed into a loyal dog and warm man who "can go up to the hall and go down to the kitchen".

If Lance can be his brother-in-law, not only will Aphra be happy, but he himself will be able to have a meal from time to time...

Pity.

Thinking of this, Luke's eyes became regretful.

His mood went up and down, but Lance watched His Highness's changing expression, and his heart tightened a little bit.

He can't distinguish the taste, and can only know the ingredients by the label and appearance.

Could it be that some condiments were mixed up?

"Your Highness?" Lance asked uncertainly.

"Huh? Huh." Luke recovered from the sigh, "Can you make the same cake cup again?"

It is a rare questioning tone.

The anger from the morning seemed to have completely dissipated.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, Your Highness."

He can do anything for His Highness, let alone a small cake cup.

However, after it was served on the dining table, Luke pushed the cake cup to Aphra.

"Try it." Luke's eyes lit up, "How is it?"

Aphra took a bite and was about to compliment her when Luke added, "It's Lance's workmanship."

The girl choked suddenly.

She sneaked a glance at the silver-haired servant who was standing in the corner with his head down, his eyes were lonely, and he looked a little depressed no matter how he looked, and then looked at his brother who was unaware of this, looked expectant, and looked like a heartbroken man.

understood.

It must have been specially made by Lance for his brother.

Preparing food for the sweetheart, but being given to others by the sweetheart... Poor Lance must have been heartbroken by this.

"It's a very special taste." Aphra said after deliberation, "But it's too sweet for my taste."

Luke showed sincere disappointment on his face.

... I was simply blinded by sugar.

Aphra almost wanted to shake his shoulders and make this emotionally dull idiot pay more attention to Lance's mood.

"This kind of sweetness is only liked by my brother." She hinted, "Did Lance make it specially for my brother?"

"Maybe it's his personal taste." Luke didn't seem to have received her hint. "From the very beginning, he liked sugar very much."

Not because you like it.

Aphra rolled her eyes in her heart.

It was hopeless.

Seeing some more scars on Lance's neck and the corners of his mouth this morning, she thought that the relationship between the two had progressed again.

She didn't notice that when he said that, Luke's eyes were a little erratic, and his fingertips rubbed on the fork twice uncomfortably.

Lance has never shown a particular preference for any food, and sugar...maybe it was really added just for him.

No matter what the reason is, to please him, or to control him a little bit by conquering his stomach, the result is——

If the attitude towards Lance is too bad, will the next small cake become salty?

——Don't do that.

Salty little cakes.

vomit.

Luke took a few sips of milk to wash away the imaginary salty cake, and by the way, he got rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, and changed another topic.

"By the way, Aphra, with your current level of control over the holy power, how serious an injury can you heal?" He gave an example, "Can a knife stabbed into an internal organ save life?"

"Why did we talk about such a bloody topic at breakfast?" Aphra was angry with him, "I can't eat after hearing this."

Luke said with a blank expression: "If you hadn't dissected a dead body yesterday afternoon when you were 'picking flowers', I would have regarded you as a delicate lady who fainted at the sight of blood."

When her secret whereabouts were revealed, Aphra almost got out of her body in fright.

"……You knew already?"

"Hmm." Luke sliced ​​open the fried egg without changing his expression, "Now, if you don't want to be sent to the stake as a witch, please answer my question."

"Ruthless." Aphra scolded him in a low voice.

When it came to business, she put down the knife and fork, and her face became serious.

"A knife stabbed into an organ, even the heart, as long as I am present and the soul of the wounded has not dissipated, I can save it."

Luke looked at his sister in amazement.

He knew that Aphra's healing ability in the original book was very strong, and he himself learned from the process of contacting his sister and the fact that the name "secret protection" was actually "stalking and tracking" that Aphra was not just the one in the book. That simple angel.

It is not some unambitious weak girl who dreams of being the first female pope.

But he didn't expect to reach this point.

Rescuing a patient who has been stabbed in the heart is tantamount to bringing the dead back to life—that is something only God can do.

Receiving her brother's admiring gaze, Aphra curled the corners of her lips uncontrollably.

"It's actually nothing. Although there is no way to heal all injuries instantly, I can heal the most critical point in an instant. First, save the lives of the wounded, and then slowly treat other injuries."

She muttered softly: "The autopsy is also to find out where the most important thing is. Although there are some inappropriate behaviors...but the purpose is good."

"What you said, even the current Pope can't do it." Luke was still immersed in admiration.

"After all, dissecting a dead body violates the dogma." Aphra said with some guilt, "But even if I have this ability, I have no use for it. The ability to assume that the people around me are assassinated—I hope that I will never use it in my life." .”

Luke crossed his fingers and rested his chin, staring at the pattern on the dining table, wondering what he was thinking.

"I'll let you use it." He smiled slowly.

"I have a bad premonition." Afra got goosebumps all over her body, "What is brother planning?"

Luke raised his eyes and glanced at her, smiling mysteriously.

"This is a dirty trick that a lady is not suitable to know."

In the evening, Luke took a walk by the flower bed of the Shenghonglin Summer Palace, listening to the newly promoted butler's report on the gifts the little prince received recently.

The list of gifts was very long, in the name of expressing condolences to the little prince who lost his butler, it was actually some kind of intentional favor.

Since the king's hunting day and celebration banquet, the number of nobles who have warmed up with him has increased day by day.The nobles who were walking by the flower bed would also specially come over, put away their previous contempt, and say hello to him seriously.

Luke's eyes searched for the nobles, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if a demon with malicious intentions was picking his victims.

"Your Highness, is there anything I can do to help you?" Lance asked behind him.

Luke looked back at him and smiled: "Even if it's 'dirty means'?"

"I'm curious what kind of 'dirty means' it is." Lance said with a smile.

Luke looked him in the eye inquiringly, then turned back.

"I want to create momentum for Aphra." He said softly.

Lance said: "Miss Aphra's healing skills are the best in the world, but her talent has been buried all the time."

"You also found out?" Luke's eyes curved gently, "All she lacks is a chance to show."

"His Highness wants to create this opportunity for her," Lance said.

Luke nodded.

"Marriage and preaching involve the country and the church. Even if I am a prince, I cannot stop it by myself. I must let other nobles 'help' me."

His eyes were deep, "If she is just an insignificant illegitimate daughter, then it is not a loss to marry another country."

"But if the nobles find that she can 'return the dead'—the power of the holy power can even rival that of the bishop, are they willing to abandon the person who can give them a second life?"

"Your Highness wants to 'persuade' the nobles to work together to keep Miss." Lance said, "Use the 'facts' right in front of you."

"Yes."

"So where's the 'dirty' in this plan?"

"Want to know?" Luke smiled at him, his purple eyes sparkling.

Lance tilted his head.

Luke turned his head back to look away, and said with a smile: "I won't tell you."

Lance looked at him helplessly.

At the request of His Highness in the morning, Lance combed his brilliant golden curly hair into obedience, but at this moment, his nature has been exposed and curled up stubbornly.

Just like himself.

At this moment, someone walked towards him.Light blond hair, dark blue eyes, led by a Viscount and Viscountess with their three children.

"His Royal Highness Luke." The Viscount took off his hat and pressed his chest, and his wife and children also greeted Luke.

"Good day, Viscount More." Luke smiled appropriately.

Viscount Moore was slightly surprised, he didn't expect this arrogant little prince to remember his name.

His expression became flattering: "Your Highness still remembers me, I am deeply honored."

Luke casually responded with a few words, but glanced at the Viscount Moore's family, noticing that one of the children lowered his head and did not look at him.

The young man hunched his back slightly, stared at his toes, feeling very embarrassed.

——If you straighten your shoulders, your figure is about the same as Luke's.

A smile of unknown meaning flashed across Luke's eyes.

Lance's eyes moved slightly.

Noticing Luke's gaze, Viscount Moore grabbed the young man's back and pulled him forward.

"My child is born timid and fearful. I can't get on the stage. If I offend His Highness, I hope His Highness will forgive me." The Viscount said to the young man, "Belloc! See Your Highness soon!"

The boy named Belloc bowed to Luke submissively.

"Belloc More." Luke said with a smile, "Nice to meet you."

Lance's expression remained unchanged, but there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes.

Because of His Highness's current tone of voice—it's so damn generous and friendly.

If it wasn't for the fact that His Highness had a pair of goat horns that were capable of breaking ideas and stabbing people, Lance would have thought he was really a harmless little sheep.

But this goat with its horns hidden has obviously gained the trust of another real sheep.

Belloc summoned up the courage to raise his eyes and glanced at Luke.

I was stunned at this glance.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the little prince exudes a warm light. After intentionally restraining the sharp edges and corners, he is gentle like a gentle brother.

Belloc hadn't been treated so kindly in a long time.

"Hello, Your Highness." He whispered.

Viscount Moore looked back and forth between his second son and His Royal Highness the little prince, and suddenly realized something.

——This His Highness likes the same sex.

Viscount Moore's mood changed several times, and finally stopped at the ecstasy of picking up a bargain.

He changed the subject and turned from belittling Belloc to praise.

"Although my child has nothing else, but his personality is gentle and soft," the Viscount hinted, "It would be the most suitable if I can be lucky enough to accompany His Highness..."

Lance raised his ice green eyes and looked at Viscount Moore.

Belloc didn't hear what his father meant at all.

"That's right." Luke smiled, "I'm short of a playmate, come and play at my residence tomorrow, Master Moore."

Received the invitation, Belloc was full of surprises.He lowered his head and said shyly, "My honor, Your Highness."

Mrs. Moore showed an unbearable face, and seemed to want to say something, but was blocked by the viscount with a wink.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Luke took his attendants to say goodbye to Viscount Moore's family.

"This 'Selling a Son for Glory' is really exciting." Luke paced slowly, "Do you think so, Lance?"

"I suppose this is part of His Highness' dirty tricks?"

"What are you talking about?" Luke showed an innocent smile, "I simply think Belloc is cute, and I just want to play with him."

He laughed half-real, and for a moment Lance was confused.

When Luke met Belloc More, a brilliant plan took shape in his mind.

Regardless of the cowardice of the young man, in the original book he can be regarded as a well-known character worthy of his deep memory.

A sneer flickered across Luke's eyes.

— Belloc Moore is Luke Charlemagne in the book, the "stand-in actor" for the last tyrant.

In history, some kings would set up doubles and ask them to dress up as their swords against assassins, or to attend important occasions for the king when he was ill.

Belloc is different.

After Lancelot invaded the palace in the original book, although His Majesty the Great God King won the hearts of the people, because he was not of Charlemagne's royal blood, he could not be recognized by the nobles in a short time.

In order to buffer this period of enlisting the support of the nobles - Lancelot imprisoned the tyrant in private, and found an excellent stand-in actor to play the tyrant on the other hand.

Under his control, the false tyrant appointed Lancelot as his palace minister, buying him time and status.

In order to usurp the throne, the two cooperated seamlessly.

"It's really unexpected." Luke smiled slightly, with haze hidden in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, such a small thing like a chipmunk has such ability.

Then he chose Belloc as the "lucky guest" in his plan, and took some means to "revenge" him, right?

For example—how about letting Belloc pretend to be the little prince and block a knife for him?

In this way, wouldn't Aphra's healing technique come in handy?

"Housekeeper, prepare in advance, we will welcome a 'distinguished guest' tomorrow." Luke ordered, "And Lance—I don't want you to appear in front of me and Master Moore tomorrow."

He would not give Lancelot and Bellocmore the slightest chance of renewing the "old friendship between master and servant".

Thinking of what happened in the original book, Luke cast a look at Lance with a lot of vigilance.

Lance was startled, puzzled by His Highness's sudden guard.

He began to think that His Highness's friendship with that ordinary boy was just for taking advantage of him.

Since it is used, there is no need to exclude him at all.

Could it be that what His Highness said, and what Viscount Moore thought—that His Highness simply fell in love with that young man?

This speculation intensified after Bellocmore came to their residence early the next morning.

After serving the dishes, the maids returned to the back kitchen with empty trays, chattering about the new guests.

"I heard that His Royal Highness personally invited her. I thought she was so pretty, but I can only say that she is average, with a lot of freckles on her face."

"Hunchbacked and stooped, he doesn't look like a noble young master at all."

"But His Highness treated him very kindly, boasting that he could hardly find Bei."

The maids were puzzled for a moment, and gradually guessed.

"It's been a long time since His Highness is so warm to strangers, do you think..."

"Your Highness used to like beautiful boys who are as weak as birds, but he didn't change his taste until Lance came."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let Lance overhear. Your Highness didn't allow him to go upstairs today, it's... too pitiful."

The maids fell silent, pity for Lance's fall from grace temporarily suppressing gossip.

Their voices were kept very low, and they thought they would not be heard by Lance, but they didn't know that Lance could hear people, and all the news from the living room upstairs passed into his ears without missing a beat.

Lance was a little dazed.

He knew that His Highness had many lovers, and he especially liked petite and soft boys.

This fact suddenly appeared very clearly in front of his eyes, occupying all his attention, no matter how much he meditated on the scriptures, he couldn't get rid of it.

His Highness likes petite and soft boys.

And he is not.

My heart throbbed violently.

"Oh Lance!" Mrs. Maggie, the cook beside him, suddenly exclaimed, "Your hand!"

When Lance came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that the kitchen knife was embedded in his finger.The blade touched the white finger bone, and the blood gushed out, staining the snow-white cauliflower red.

"Sorry," he said calmly, "I'm going to rewash the dishes now."

"What to wash! It's important to treat the wound." Mrs. Maggie snatched the kitchen knife and chopping board, and pushed him away. "Poor child, go and rest, we are here."

Lance took the gauze from the maid, thanked him in a low voice, and left the back kitchen.

He rolled his fingers with gauze, and he naturally remembered the way His Highness reminded him to bandage the sword wound on the side of his waist the night before.

He smiled slightly, and then the fact that "His Royal Highness will not like him" jumped out again, casting warm memories into sharp swords that hurt people.

——wanted to prevent His Highness from liking others.

I want His Highness's eyes...to stay on me forever.

No matter what method is used, no matter what price is paid.

Lance turned out the page torn from the research diary in the Shenghonglin Library.

Whenever he had the opportunity to be alone these days, he was using the holy power to peel off the stains on the paper.By now, the shocking blood splattered on the diary paper has become extremely faint.

【I have never understood...only the bodily fluids of the mouthful person can produce the effect...】

Written in the last page of the Succubus Research Diary.

It was only the last bit, and the peculiarities of the man who satisfied the succubus would be revealed to him.

After finishing the final cleaning, his fingers slowly moved away from the word.

--"like".

——Only the bodily fluid produced by the person who "loves" the succubus can become the source of the succubus' magic power.

The moment his eyes touched the word, Lance's fingers holding the diary paper tightened suddenly.

It turned out to be so.

...It really is.

The wind of late spring blows in, the fragrance of flowers is pleasant, and the pages of the book are stirred by the morning sun.

All the questions that I couldn't figure out before have been answered, and the meaning of life has a definite answer.

What he wants is Your Highness.

The flame ignited, and the diary paper on which the most important secret was written burned into ashes at his fingertips.

"Your Highness." Lance whispered into the air.

That incomparably gentle call was like the pages of the diary, which disappeared before the second person knew about it.

Faint chatter and laughter came from the living room.

Lance listened quietly for a moment, then walked towards the kitchen.

After a while——

"Lance, didn't His Highness say that you are forbidden to see him today?... If you disobey His Highness's order, you will be punished."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Magee."

Lance smiled and picked up the tray. The silver hair hanging behind his back was still meticulously groomed, but it was as if the whole person had come alive from the strands of hair.

"There's no punishment worse than 'keep out of his sight'."

He carried the dinner plate and walked into the bright living room.

When the bread was served on the table, Luke was still concentrating on talking and laughing with Belloc More.

Pretending to be kind for a long time was his shortcoming, and Luke challenged this as a challenge equivalent to climbing Mount Elbrus.

He was busy overcoming difficulties, so he naturally didn't find out that Lance had violated his orders in the first place——

Until the familiar fragrance of green grass faintly enveloped his body.

Lance put his arms around him and spread the napkin as if trying to tuck it into his collar.

When he leaned over, his long hair slipped and brushed against Luke's shoulders, as if he was hugging him from behind.

Different from the modern dining habits, the nobles here are used to putting napkins into their collars as bibs and covering their chests.

And laying the napkin on the lap is one of the few small habits that Luke brought from modern times.

Usually, he would come according to his own preferences when he was alone or having dinner with Lance, but this time he had a formal meeting, without Lance's reminder, he even forgot to change his habit.

Thank Lance for his carefulness - but this is not the reason for Lance to disobey his order and come to Belloc.

Luke was about to speak with a cold face, but his body trembled slightly as if he had been electrified.

Lance's cold fingers touched the arteries in his neck and were sliding up gently.

"Your Highness," he said with a slightly helpless voice, "please raise your head and let me change the napkin for you."

That overly ambiguous action was just an aid to changing the napkin.

Very ordinary service behavior.Luke thought that his reaction was too sensitive.

He raised his jaw and tightened the corners of his mouth, trying to appear calm.

But when his fingers left the skin on his neck, Luke still couldn't resist rolling his throat lightly, and a small rash quickly appeared on the touched skin.

Lance tucked in the napkin for him, withdrew his hand, and stood behind him politely, with impeccable etiquette.

From his perspective, His Highness's eyelashes could be seen trembling slightly, like a squirrel shaking its fluffy tail.

There was a glint in Lance's eyes.

The fingers that touched the skin of the young man's neck just now moved, twirling carefully, as if they were touching some invisible treasure.

Then he raised his eyes and looked straight at Belloc Moore beside His Highness.

Belloc suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been ordered, he raised his head uncontrollably, and met a pair of dark green eyes.

For a moment his mind went blank.

His elders taught him not to look directly at the statue since he was a child. He ignored the warning and sneaked a look at it once, but he was instantly frightened and lowered his head.

But this time, he wasn't even allowed to look away.

His whole body was stiff, and his shoulders and neck joints wailed in fear, and the wailing sound seemed to be immersed in his soul.

—do not try to offend Him.

—do not try to covet what is His.

Not even the tiniest thought should arise.

Belloc stood up with a "bang", the knife and fork fell to the ground with a clang, and the chair fell down with a harsh noise.

"sorry Sorry!"

He fled out of the living room in a panic.

Luke didn't know anything about it. He was still eating a steak cut by his servant when he heard the loud noise.

He was completely bewildered.

"Belloc!" He tried to call the boy but failed, so he had to order the housekeeper, "Stop Master Moore, ask him what happened, and give him some calming potions."

Then he muttered in a low voice: "With this kind of psychological quality, how..." played the king without being discovered?

"Perhaps he remembered some nightmare." Lance said in a regretful tone, "Master Moore's family environment is probably very different from His Highness's temperament."

The implication is that it is not appropriate.

Luke didn't understand Lance's implication. He frowned for a moment in doubt, intending to stop thinking about it.

He turned his attention to Lance.

Lance smiled.

Luke tore off the napkin around his neck, threw the knife and nailed the napkin to the table.

"Since no one is waiting for you," he said with a half-smile, "then let's talk about your unusual behavior today, huh?"

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