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

Perhaps because of the illegitimate child, Luke did not receive the blessing of the God of Light that had been passed down in the lineage of the Charlemagne royal family.

He couldn't feel the God of Light, and naturally he didn't know the powerful holy power surging in Lance's body when he walked towards Lance with his sword in his hand.

What he learned in the monastery was not only how to be an obedient servant, but also the holy art of light, knight swordsmanship, and everything that civilians and slaves were forbidden to learn.

To him the red cords and sharp swords were but toys in the hands of a child, and a single thought would burn linen and iron to ashes—including the man who wielded them.

So when Luke's sword touched his chest, Lance's heart was as calm as water.

The only waver was the little prince who got too close.

If he only looked at Luke's pupils, he would mistake Luke for a tender lover.And the slightly upturned eye ends, but it tells the frivolity and malicious intentions of the owner of the eyes.

The little prince intimidated and threatened him at a very close distance, like a devil rubbing against his ears, uttering seductive love words.

This gave Lance an extremely strange feeling.

The body tensed uncontrollably, and the heartbeat seemed to be irregular for a moment - Lance interpreted it as an instinctive vigilance against danger.

Luke Charlemagne's reputation in the Holy Kingdom is extremely bad, but no one can deny that the existence of this useless beauty is like the ruby ​​at the tip of the crown, adding luster to the supreme kingship of the Holy Kingdom.

Horrible, indeed.

But to say stupid crap... seems like an overstatement.

Luke is the only one who makes Lance feel dangerous and prepares to take precautions at the cost of exposing his holy power.

Lance recalled again the slyness in that glance.

Perhaps the decision about the sex trade is not as simple as it seems.

At night, Luke jumped out of the carriage on the slave's back. As a regular customer, he was quickly led into the inner room of the "Nest of Pleasures" by the pimp.

When he walked into the room, his friend Xia Zuo was submerged in the crowd of women, drinking the wine from the women's mouths, bursting into hearty laughter from time to time.

He was tall and handsome, with long curly hair tied low behind his head, giving him the appearance of a playboy.But a pair of hard leather military boots on his feet showed his identity as a soldier.

Different from the light-colored hair common to the nobles of the Holy Kingdom, Xia Zuo has flame-like red hair.

This red hair represents the blood of the Cecil family from the northern barbarians. The ancestors of Xia Zuo, a barbarian tribe who surrendered to the king, were granted the title of hereditary earl because of their bravery and blood in battle.

But titles don't mean everything. The nobles of the Holy Kingdom, who claim to be civilized, still regard the rough northern barbarians as aliens.

As the illegitimate son Luke who was also squeezed out by the nobles, he and Xia Zuo developed a feeling of sympathy for each other—although in the eyes of others, they seem to be like-minded.

"...Your Highness!"

Seeing the arrival of the little prince, Xia Zuo squeezed out between the women awkwardly, his face flushed with embarrassment or emotion.

"Good evening, dear Master Cecil." Luke said with a playful smile, "Maybe my arrival disturbed you?"

"Luke." Xia Zuo sighed exaggeratedly, and put his arms around the little prince's shoulder, "Stop joking, I'm waiting for you."

He noticed Lance behind Luke, glanced around between his long silver hair and green eyes, and wondered, "Who is that?"

In his impression, there were no silver-haired, green-eyed nobles in the Holy Kingdom, and there were no such servants around Luke.

"Lance." Luke smiled and said not too concerned, "Perhaps you are more familiar with this name, 'Lancelot Winston'."

Xia Zuo was greatly surprised, and then frowned deeply.

"Keep such a person by your side..." he whispered to Luke, "you won't forget how his father died, will you?"

Lance's father, the old Duke Winston, did not die on the guillotine with his family, but died in the court first-a crossbow arrow shattered the kneecap, and the other pierced the chest, spattering blood Five steps, charged with murdering the king.

Bows and crossbows are forbidden in the Holy Kingdom, and they are forbidden to be used on all baptized Illuminati believers.To die from a crossbow arrow is a great curse for a faithful follower of the God of Light like Duke Winston.

However, all the nobles knew in their hearts that the always kind and upright Duke Winston would not betray his king.It was not the king who was actually shot in the back, but the duke himself.

As for why the Duke of Winston and the king broke out, it is a mystery even on the parchment.

So strictly speaking, Luke's father is Lance's father-killing enemy.

"Of course I remember." Luke glanced at Lance with a half-smile, "Some people would like to tear me to pieces."

The silver-haired servant he mentioned had a calm face and said nothing.

Luke shrugged boredly, then he took Lance's hand affectionately, turned to the butler who wanted to follow in and said, "Abel doesn't want to participate in the young people's fun, does he?"

The steward paused in embarrassment, bowed his head and said, "Then the guards and I will wait outside to protect you. Please enjoy yourself, Your Highness."

"Watch closely," Luke pointed out, "I don't want to hear the old fellows of the Holy See impeach me in front of His Majesty."

The wooden door was closed tightly, and the inner room became a veritable pleasure den.

The fragrant wind followed the women enthusiastically swarming up. They had long admired the crown jewel of the Holy Kingdom. Seeing the real person now, they wished to drown him.

Perhaps the little prince in the original book is good at coping with such situations, but for Luke who has been in a wheelchair, this is the first time he has faced such a "grand occasion".

He tried his best to maintain his composure, pretending to be relaxed and familiar, blending into the teasing of the women.He thought he acted well in all aspects, but he couldn't stop the goosebumps from creeping up his cheeks.

Xia Zuo laughed loudly, and shouted to the women: "Shh, restrain yourself, you won't pay His Highness whoring."

Laughter spread like the plague.

When someone tried to sit on Luke's lap, the little prince seemed to have been touched by the scales. He finally changed his face, and a sharp slash suddenly appeared on his pale cheeks.

Legs were always off limits for Luke.

Before he could get angry, someone separated the women.

Lance pulled him out of the powder pile.One of his hands restrained Luke's elbow that was about to exert force, and the other arm blocked the others, leaving Luke with a less crowded space.

A loyal servant is protecting his master - at least on the surface.

Xia Zuo dropped the grape from his mouth in shock, and whistled unexpectedly.

Luke knew the truth.

"Your sense is very keen." He straightened his collar in Lance's arms, hid his pink neck under the fabric, and raised his head proudly, "One more second, and she will lose her beautiful head. "

"It is my duty to protect you, Your Highness," Lance said.

As he said this, his eyes wandered over Luke's face, staying for a moment on the small pimples that hadn't receded in the future.

That was a frightened expression, although the little prince in front of him tried his best to show his strength and viciousness.

This made Lance inexplicably think of a hedgehog with a body full of spikes but a soft belly.

"I've made some progress, at least the answer is not 'Yes, Your Highness'." Luke didn't notice the other party's thoughts.

The pink was fading from his face, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "As a reward, you are allowed to dance with me."

That sly confidence came back to his eyes.

Lance paused slightly, bent down and performed a knightly salute: "I am honored, Your Highness."

A brothel is not a palace, what kind of formal dance can the dance be?It's just turning around a few times close to the body as one likes, just as a fig leaf for sensuality.

Lance's demeanor was as serious as inviting a princess in a holy church.

His silver-white hair is still holy in the dark red firelight of the pleasure den, which looks out of place.The strange thing is that this behavior doesn't look absurd on Lance, and it makes people feel a sense of admiration instead of ridicule.

He is like the holy son who went deep into the devil's realm alone in the legend, reaching out to give the devil forgiveness and redemption.

Until Luke puts his hand in that of the Son of God.

The blood-red and dark purple jewels on the little prince's body reflected rouge-like light, and his silver hair was stained with lustful colors, releasing a blurred halo.

They started with Lance's solemn and elegant religious court dance, while Luke kept disrupting his rhythm and inserting chaotic wrong steps. The two gradually accelerated, and finally evolved into a wild and chaotic spin.

The vortex intertwined with red and white swept everyone's eyes.

At the end of the song, Luke panted slightly amidst the applause, his legs felt tired and hot like a flame.

——It was a good feeling, which made him clearly feel that his legs really existed.

Lance's hands left the little prince's waist, he pinned his slightly messy hair behind his ears, and returned to his meticulous indifference.

"That's not enough?" Luke raised his eyelids provocatively, "I haven't called to stop yet."

Lance looked into his eyes lightly, and held his hand again when the music sounded again.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

However, things didn't go as Luke planned—Luke miscalculated his physical strength. After a few rounds, the boy's temples were completely wet with sweat, and his breathing became short of breath.

On the other hand, Lance didn't change abominably. The tips of his ears might be a little pink, but that's probably because of the light from the fire.

"Do you want to continue? Your Highness." Lance expressed his concern gently, but this sounded more like a merciless mockery to Luke's ears.

"Continue." Luke gritted his teeth and tried his best to catch his breath.

He can't stop.Because he knew that every spin saved his and Xia Zuo's lives.

Although his dear Xia Zuo didn't understand his painstaking efforts, the red-haired young master had already fallen down in the gentle village, drinking wine while looking at his friend who was dancing with other men in the center of the crowd.

Lance's guess was right, it wasn't Luke's willful decision to take him to a brothel for a close-fitting dance.

Just because Luke knew that the group of assassins who would appear tonight was Lance's father, the remaining henchmen of the old Duke of Winston.

Although the identities of the assassins are unclear in the parchments, it was not difficult for Luke to guess who they were loyal to.

The assassins have thousands of ways to kill the little prince, but they only choose the crossbow;

It is impossible for a well-trained crossbowman to shoot in the wrong place when facing the unsuspecting little prince, which shows that they deliberately chose to shoot his knee first instead of the heart.

——Perfectly restored the way the old Duke of Winston was assassinated.

A precise revenge out of loyalty.

Fortunately, in the original book, the little prince has not indulged completely, and the second crossbow aimed at the heart failed.The assassins all committed suicide before being interrogated. Perhaps in order not to hurt Lance, no one knew their identities.

Whether Lance himself participated in the assassination, Luke is not sure.

However, people like Lance don't bother to use dark tricks—if they want to seize power, Lancelot Winston will lead thousands of troops and break into the palace openly.

Even though Lance had nothing to do with the mastermind of the assassination, he still had a useful identity.

——The old ministry of the Duke of Winston will never harm the last blood of the old Duke.

Lance, who danced close to him, was Luke's most solid and reliable shield.

After all, those old ministries didn't know whether shooting an arrow would hurt his dear little master?

The clock strikes midnight.

Luke blinked, sweat running down his eyelashes.Under the dim light of the fire, the gray purple in his eyes had completely turned into a bright purple, almost overflowing with malice and pleasure.

Lance realized something.

"The jewel 'Swan Kiss' bestowed on me by His Majesty is lost here." The little prince who was dancing with him a minute ago suddenly announced, "Seal the 'Nest of Pleasure', thoroughly check all the guests, and don't let any corner go. "

He showed a bright smile: "——this is an order from Prince Luke Charlemagne."

The prince's guards stood up at the order, and the lazy brothel fell into chaos in an instant.

Luke got rid of Lance's embrace mercilessly, while rubbing his sore wrist, admiring the embarrassment and ugliness of the nobles.

"I want to catch alive." He told the chief guard.

Luke can evade and kill the assassins in countless ways.

But he chose a more risky way to capture Duke Winston's loyal old department alive and send him to Lance as a bargaining chip.

Lancelot, who admired the old Duke of Winston, would exchange the same precious thing with him, right?

Luke caressed the "stolen" "Swan Kiss" in the sleeve robe, thinking casually.