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

A hole was pierced by a silver fork in the middle of the napkin, and the corpse lay flat in tatters.

Luke cocked his chin and narrowed his eyes dangerously like a cat before it shreds its prey.

"Lance, I don't need to remind you,? I'm not a three-year-old who leaks his mouth and needs a bib when eating, and you,? Nor are you a kid who can't understand the most basic orders—"

Lance didn't refute, he flicked Luke's collar lightly, and when he stretched out his hand again, there was a grain of bread crumbs on his fingertips.

Leaking your mouth when you eat? The evidence is solid.

"Your Highness, humans are not perfect,? Even the Holy Spirit can make mistakes." Lance said with a smile.

Before Luke became angry, he changed the subject and said, "However, I think this blemish may have been accidentally dropped on His Highness by a male servant while serving His Highness for a meal."

"'Some' manservant?" Luke sneered, "this careless manservant is not called 'Lancelot Winston'."

"There is a possibility, Your Highness." Lance said politely.

He handed the bread crumbs into his left hand, and put them on the plate on the table.

Luke's eyes moved, and he found the white gauze wrapped around the index finger of Lance's left hand. The blood seeped through the gauze, and it was dazzlingly red.

It looks like a knife wound.

Luke rolled his eyelids coolly.

"My order is to get you out of my sight,? I didn't ask you to help in the kitchen. But if you can't spare so much,? You deserve the injury."

He said coldly, "So don't think about wagging your tail pitifully and coming to me for comfort,? Expect me to say something soft."

The little prince in front of him was arrogant, but he was not annoying.

He said "can't speak soft words", but in fact... so soft that Lance wanted to poke him.

There was a slight smile on his lips: "If I understand what Your Highness means correctly,? I don't need to intervene in today's dessert?"

Luke choked suddenly.

After reacting, he immediately exploded: "Are you threatening me?"

"Threat with a cake cup?" Lance asked with a confused and innocent face, "Your Highness?"

Luke was stunned when he thought about it.

Cake cups are sweet and soft, neither lethal nor dangerous, and are indeed not hooked on threats.

...He who was angry because of the cake cup was like a silly child who was so addicted to sweets.

Luke's face was getting hotter and hotter.

He realized that he was being unreasonable.

He poked his neck and was about to say something, when the butler said from the side: "Your Highness, Master Moore has calmed down, and is waiting for you at the door."

The smile on Lance's face remained unchanged, and the temperature in his eyes cooled down rapidly.

"The door?" Luke immediately shifted his attention, "Why don't you come in? Is there a demon in the living room?"

...there really are.

His words were proficient and inertial, and his expression was a little subtle after he finished speaking.

Isn't that what you are?

The only person present who knew about his physical condition looked normal. After receiving Luke's gaze, Lance blinked his eyes quite innocently, as if saying "I don't know anything".

Like two little children, keeping a common secret.

Luke felt as if he had been scratched in his heart.

Although the secret was a threat, there seemed to be something more than uneasiness.

Some tingling thrills.

He suppressed the abnormal beating of his heart, glared at Lance, turned and walked towards the garden.

This stare was ruthless, but the amethyst-like eyeballs were extremely dazzling.

Lance stared at the back of him leaving, and the beauty of that stare was all in his mind.

He seemed to be a little sick, and even His Highness's angry appearance would make his heart flutter.

Although His Highness is angry, he will come to see him soon.

In this short period of time, he wants to master stronger power and influence.

In order to be better used by His Highness - and to better embrace His Highness.

As for Belloc Moore... Judging by his appearance just now, I'm afraid he didn't dare to have any unreasonable thoughts about His Highness.

It was drizzling outside the window, and by the flower bed under the castle, Belloc clenched his hands tightly, and when he lowered his head, the wide brim of his hat covered most of his face.

"Sorry, Your Highness." His voice was as thin as a gnat, "I think I should go."

"What happened?" Luke walked towards him, with a servant behind him holding an umbrella for him, "Didn't we have a good chat just now?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I'm very happy to have dinner with you." Belloc Xiaoji said.

"Is there a problem with the food?"

Belloc shook his head.

"Did the servant treat you badly?"

Belloc shook his head.

In short, don't say a word.

Luke twitched the corners of his mouth, but he was almost annoyed in his heart.

He was the most impatient to talk to a soft-spoken person, especially this person who helped Lancelot snatch the throne from the original owner.

Belloc was nothing but a chipmunk. If he could, the boy might dig a hole and hide himself in it, so that he would never show his face in front of others.

If this is also acted... Luke can't believe it.

Under the drizzle, Belloc's entire shoulders were wet.

Luke reluctantly took the sheepskin umbrella from the manservant, gave half of it to Belloc, and took off the big hat on his head.

"How about we go for a walk after we've just dined?—do not refuse, this is my order."

After the hat was taken off, he could finally see the expression on Belloc's face clearly.

Fear, humiliation, gratitude and small pleasures.

"Yes, Your Highness." He Xiaoji said, "...Don't dare to bother Your Highness, let me hold an umbrella for you."

Luke waved off the servant and handed Belloc the umbrella.Two teenagers took an umbrella and walked on the wet path in the garden.

"So why leave?"

"I will tarnish Your Highness's name." Belloc said seriously, "I am not worthy of you."

"Are you joking?" Luke looked in disbelief. "No one in the Holy Kingdom is more infamous than me. Based on your rank, you still want to 'stain my name'?"

"That's different." Belloc was a little anxious, "...No, I mean, His Royal Highness's name is very good, and there is nothing comparable to mine."

Luke was really curious.

"Why don't you tell me why your name is 'different'?"

He suppressed his temper and patiently waited for the boy to tell.

Belloc clenched the umbrella handle tightly, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth slowly.

"Two years ago, someone challenged me to a duel in public....Because I was afraid, I refused. Later, this incident was introduced into the Royal Knights with him, which shamed my family and implicated my important people .”

The other party was an aristocratic knight. After entering the Royal Knights, the talk about Belloc was even more embellished and spread widely.

Thereafter, as soon as Belloc appeared, ridicule and ridicule followed.

"I'm too weak." His voice almost dropped to the ground, "...if I didn't exist, maybe my family and my important people wouldn't be implicated."

After Bellok told the truth, he was ready to be disgusted and alienated by His Highness, but he heard Yiji's mocking sneer.

"Just because of this?" Luke raised his eyebrows, "The so-called 'rejecting a challenge to a duel is a shame in a man's life'?"

"Your Highness..." Belloc was surprised.

"I know all the guys who can enter the Royal Knights. They are as strong as bears." Luke sneered, "Three years ago, you were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and you were a little small. Accepting the challenge of a duel is not about sending you to death." Is it?"

The duels between nobles are extremely cruel. As long as there is an excuse to challenge, it is not illegal to kill in a duel, and the killer will even be praised.

——Because the church claims that "God will always let the righteous win the duel", and the winner is justice.

In the eyes of Luke from modern times, this broken rule is completely unreasonable.

"Look up and look into my eyes," Luke ordered.

Belloc raised his eyes a little bit, timidly meeting Luke's eyes.His light blue eyes were extremely humble, as if once he caught a trace of disdain, he would immediately avoid it.

Luke's eyes are firm.

"Listen well," he said solemnly, "the guy who challenged you is not a glorious chivalry, but a murderer. Fortunately, you were smart and didn't let his tricks succeed."

Belloc was stunned.

Luke patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't die for those false names, it means you are a smart person."

What he said completely shattered Belloc's worldview.

"But others say..." the young man retorted weakly.

"It doesn't matter what others say." Luke said domineeringly, "Remember what I said, others will let them die."

The outdated rules and customs used by the Holy See for brainwashing should have been purged long ago.

Thinking of the Holy See, Luke's lips were pressed down, and the hand on Belloc's shoulder unconsciously exerted force, even a little painful.

Belloc's heart overflowed.

Earlier, although His Highness was gentle, the gentleness seemed to be learned from someone, and it was only superficial.

The current His Highness has completely abandoned the pretended kindness, and his whole body exudes aggressive beauty, showing his sharpness.

This made Belloc recall the memory that has been imprinted in his heart.

He raised a small smile: "Even so, didn't His Highness accept that unfair duel challenge?"

For a moment Luke didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Although no one dared to mention that incident, I always remember the duel you had when you were seven years old." Belloc said with longing in his voice, "At that time, His Royal Highness was twice as tall as you, but he was defeated by under your sword."

Luke was taken aback.

——The duel planned by the queen and rewarded by the "Lionheart King".

"Are you there?"

"I am honored to see His Highness's heroic appearance." Belloc blushed slightly because of excitement, "...I have always admired you."

Lu Jiaming was stunned.

Unfair challenges, murderous intentions too lazy to hide, powerlessness when being bullied... Belloc's situation at that time was similar to that of the little prince when he was a child, but the two took two completely opposite paths.

As luck would have it, his reserve "stand-in" revered him, which made it easier for Belloc to take advantage of him.

But why, his heart became heavy instead?

Sympathy?

Luke hid the complicated eyes and asked, "Do you want to try to 'be' me?"

"What does Your Highness mean?" Belloc was confused.

"The Masquerade Ball at the Mayflower Festival." Luke said, "Everyone will wear a mask, erasing all distinctions of status and status, and choose their dance partners based on instinct."

Although the rules are like this, the golden curls of the royal family are hard to be mistaken.The royal family is the only ones privileged at the Mayflower Ball.

"With a little disguise, you can pretend to be me and enjoy all my privileges."

After Luke finished speaking, he secretly observed Belloc's expression.

Judging from the original book, "Prince's stand-in actor" can be regarded as his own job. If he can become the envied person, Belloc will probably be ecstatic, right?

Contrary to his expectations, the young man only had fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"This... How dare I!" His voice raised unconsciously, "This is a complete blasphemy against His Highness!"

is a real response.

Luke raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling better.

This person deserves his temporary trust.

"That's an order." He turned. "You have five days to think—think about how to pretend to be me."

Seeing that Belloc opened and closed his lips and seemed to want to say something, Luke stopped him and said, "Go home and calm down for a while."

"Your Highness should be calm!" Xiaohuazhishu fully expressed his anger.

"Oh, are you bold?" Luke shrugged with a smile. "Then it's settled. I'll see you here tomorrow morning. If you don't come, I'll invite you in person."

He put the hat back on Belloc's head.

After some detailed discussions, whether the "stand-in" is dead or alive, healthy or not, became more important to Luke.

After letting his servants send Belloc away, he immediately went to find Aphra.

Ever since the girl learned that her brother knew about her private dissection, she no longer kept things from him.

By the way, Luke vacated a hidden "infirmary" for her that could only be accessed through a secret passage, and it was specially used to study her shady bloody things.

"Brother, it's better not to come in—" Afra raised her voice from the door of the infirmary, "I'm afraid you will be so sick that you can't eat—"

"Is there a [-]% success rate for immediate treatment after an organ is injured?" Luke asked, "I mean, is it safe?"

"It's safe." Aphra said, "Brother, if you keep asking, I'll think you're planning to stab yourself at the ball and let me heal you."

Luke suddenly felt guilty.

... He did have a similar plan at first, but now he just stabbed someone else.

"No. I promise." He said with some seriousness, "because there is another bad news—I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the Mayflower Ball with you."

It was quiet for a while.

The door popped open, almost hitting the tip of Luke's nose.

"Why?!" Aphra asked him with bloody hands and red eyes, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

"It was an accident. I only found out about it yesterday morning." Luke explained, "I can only do this."

He didn't want to suddenly turn into a succubus at a ball.

Luke looked away guiltily: "Sorry, I missed the appointment."

He knew that his sister had been preparing for that day for a long time, and perhaps dreamed of being able to hold his arm and walk onto the dance floor.

And Luke himself, why didn't he want to witness Aphra wearing a beautiful dress and showing off her beauty at the ball?

……Ugh.

"Can you tell me why?" Aphra asked.

"Sorry." Luke said sincerely, "I'm afraid this reason will hurt you."

To let a devout believer in the God of Light know that her own brother is a demon—Luke didn't want her to be hit.

Although the shattering of her dream made Afra feel uncomfortable, she still said, "Then I respect your decision, brother."

For the next day, Luke was in a low mood, reading books alone in the bedroom.

He dreamed that Aphra died in the heavy snow in the northern barbarian tribe, with a haggard appearance, with longing for her homeland and her brother, and her beautiful blue eyes gradually lost their vitality.

It wasn't his memory, not even the memory of the original owner.

After Aphra married, the little prince never saw his sister again, until the girl passed away, the little prince received the news of her death one month later, and buried her remains a month later.

This is the nightmare of the original owner's eternal life, and it is also the strongest regret.

So Luke wanted to be nice to Aphra, and wanted to see Aphra with his own eyes.

But he couldn't go to Aphra's prom debut.

This mood lasted until Luke ate the small cake made by Lance himself at noon, and then slightly stretched his brows.

He reservedly wiped off the cream from his mouth, thought twice before asking Lance.

"I'm a little puzzled. It's because Shenghonglin Summer Palace didn't have enough ingredients, so you made only one dessert?"

The words have been modified many times, just to conceal the ultimate purpose: ——he wants to eat another one.

Lance looked at the little prince who was sitting upright, but his face was a bit sulky, and smiled slightly.

"Your Highness, although I am very happy that you like my craft, but for the sake of His Highness's health, it is better not to eat too many desserts."

Luke squinted at him, thinking that you still care about me?

But Lance was right.What's more, after all, they are not the only two of them here, other servants come and go, if he quarreled with the slaves just because he was greedy for a piece of cake, that would be too shameful.

Tsk, desserts made by Lance are not the only ones in the world.

In retaliation, Luke forked a piece of jelly pudding made by Mrs. Maggie into his mouth, chewed it for a while, and swallowed it with difficulty, without taking another bite.

——I thought it was delicious before.

Funny, he thought with a sardonic smile, the world wouldn't end without Lance, but his taste system would be devastated.

Not fatal, but annoying.

Is this the trick you use to get hold of me, Lance?

So that afternoon, Luke was still locked in the bedroom sullenly, burying himself in the ocean of words.

Unlike usual, Lance didn't bother him when he was bored reading a book.

Whatever, the stinky dog ​​who is naughty and talks back likes to get lost wherever he likes.

It was dark in the evening, and Luke blinked hard, realizing that the daylight was no longer enough for him to read the books clearly.

At this moment, a candle was lit beside him.

Luke looked up along the candlestick and saw Lance holding a candle.

I saw a golden light flashing across Lance's eyes, like some kind of magic trick, all the wicks that could be lit in the whole bedroom were lit up, and the room was brightly lit, brighter than daytime.

The fire in the fireplace was burning just right, and everything was within Lance's holy power.

The writing on the scroll became very clear.

Luke looked up at Lance.

How does he feel... Lance's mastery of the holy power has deepened?

It was not so fast, nor so precise.

Just like the vast ocean, which did not know how to use before, now finds a way to use the tides.

Luke narrowed his eyes: "The frequency of your use of holy power has increased recently, and it is very blatant."

"I only use the holy power for His Highness." Lance said, "It has never changed."

Luke stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "Be careful, don't be discovered by others."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After getting an affirmative answer, Luke ignored him and continued to read the theological parchment in his hand.

Scattered small golden sparks jumped into the periphery of the field of vision.

Luke couldn't help but look sideways.

Brilliant golden fireworks are leaping out of Lance's palm, blooming different gorgeous flowers.Amidst the subtle auspicious sound of fireworks bursting, the golden villains below were either laughing or making noise, or cuddled together to watch the fireworks.

The whole scene is only within the palm of Lance, and the details are extremely exquisite, as if it is a small miniature country by itself.

Luke was amazed and held his breath.

"...You reproduced the fireworks display on the day of the celebration banquet."

He didn't even consciously reduce Ji Yin, as if he was afraid of disturbing the world in his palm.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said with a smile in his voice, "You were not in good health that night, I'm afraid you didn't enjoy yourself to the fullest, so I recreated the scene of that night according to my memory."

At that time, Luke was tortured by succubi, and he couldn't even see what the fireworks looked like, so of course he couldn't say he had fun.

Now he saw it—through memories Lance shared.

A warm current flowed into his heart, as if Luke's body and mind were warmed by the holy power, his eyes softened unconsciously.

At the last second of the "Palm Fireworks Show", the holy power gathered into one point, released countless golden light spots with a splash, and condensed into another image again.

——It’s a small cake for lunch.

Luke finally couldn't help laughing.

"Your Highness, please accept my apology." Lance held the Saint Power cake to him solemnly, "I'm deeply sorry for using the cake to 'threat' you before."

Luke deliberately left him alone, but with a smile in his eyes: "But you are still making fun of me with it."

"No such intention, Your Highness." Lance's green eyes were gentle under the firelight, "I just want you to like it."

Luke raised his eyebrows and "took" the "cake".

"Barely good." He commented.

When he lay down under the covers and hugged his big soft pillow, Luke's gloom all day disappeared.

The little cake of light spots maintained by the holy power has not dissipated, but stayed beside his pillow, serving as lighting.The light is adjusted to the right level, neither dazzling nor dim, warm and cozy.

On a small couch not far away, the master of the holy power exhaled and breathed gently.

Luke's eyes narrowed slightly.

Regardless of whether Lance was genuine or fake, he had a feeling of being cared for.

He couldn't help wondering, did Lance really not understand the meaning of kissing?And these behaviors that please him...

It's almost like trying to please.

In the original book, His Majesty, the cold-hearted, holy and ascetic god-king, would deliberately please others?Simply unimaginable.

So it's really a means to an end.

Thinking of this level, Luke was not very angry.

After all, in the matter of succubi, he was also using Lance to "detoxify", so they were even.

The main thing is that Luke is confident that he can eat the bait, but is cunning enough not to be caught by the hook.

It's really exciting to take advantage and run away.

The next day, while drinking the black tea for breakfast, Luke answered the letters sent from all over the table at the table.

The letter I was reading was a wax seal of Heka Manor, with a dog's head sticking out its tongue painted on the foot of the letter, in playful handwriting, from Angelo.

[The matter you want me to inquire about has already been settled, so it is inconvenient to write it in a letter.Please find some time to be alone, and I will find you to talk in person. ]

Luke burned the letter casually.

If we can meet each other, by the way, ask about what happened to Belloc Moore back then.

The other letter came from Xia Zuo, a wax badge of the Cecil family, the handwriting was as tall and tough as military boots, and it was a bit ruffian.

[By the time you read this letter, I may have already reached the border.Summer Palace is already cold enough, but I didn't expect it to be colder in the north, and I don't know how my ancestors survived here. ]

After that, there was nagging nonsense. Luke read the letter, as if he could see his friend flinging a lion-like red hair and complaining to him, he couldn't help laughing.

The last sentence is: [I will remember your words.Don't worry, I wish you all the best. ]

He was referring to Luke's request to investigate the barbarians in the north. Perhaps he was afraid that the letter would be opened halfway, so he didn't say it clearly.

In order to prevent his sister from marrying far away, Luke made many preparations.

It is one aspect to improve Aphra's reputation among the nobles by healing the seriously injured substitute;

On the other hand, Xia Zuo's help is needed to grasp the information of the northern barbarians and appease the married couples who came from afar.

Luke sorted out the letters, only to find that there was a book among the letters, and it was unknown who had left it on the dining table.

When I got it in my hand, I realized that it was a romantic knight novel.

Perhaps Aphra's?The only one who can enter his bedroom is his younger sister who likes to read novels, but she is not someone who can throw books casually...

Luke was slightly puzzled, since he had nothing important to do anyway, so he turned the pages of the book.

The moment he touched the title of the book, his gaze froze.

Title: "The Servant of Love".

Note on the side: The male servant bears the burden of humiliation in order to gain a superior position, defrauding the master's body and mind, and only feels that the high place is too cold until he becomes famous.Describe the love and hatred between master and servant.Really good work, recommended.

Luke: "..."

Luke: "???"

What kind of bloody romance novels does his sister read all day long? !This is not as good as Xia Zuo's adventure novel of the second knight!

Oddly enough, Luke turned one page and then the next.

While criticizing in my heart and being curious, I turned seven or eight pages without knowing it.

An auspicious sound suddenly sounded beside him, and Luke was so startled that he almost jumped up.

"Your Highness, what are you looking at? So engrossed."

I saw Lance looking sideways at the book in his hand, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Author has something to say: Lance: I don't see anything.Um.I am not lying. (slowly blushes)