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

The novel was returned to its original owner, and no one found traces that it was read by others.

As for what trace it left on Lance's heart, it is unknown.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the May Festival dance kicked off in the anticipation of teenagers and girls.

In the evening, in the enclosed living room, Luke looked at Belloc, who looked the same as the little prince after putting on a mask, and checked his important nobleman's features, family emblem and name again.

In the past few days, Belloc was forced to recite the list of nobles every day. Every time he failed to recite, he would suffer Luke's eyes of condemnation.

While he blamed himself, he also admired the excellent memory of His Highness the Prince.

"If you don't remember, just adapt,? I believe in your ability." Luke finally patted him on the shoulder, "Remember, just walk out of this room,? You will be the little prince of the Holy Kingdom."

"Yes, Your Highness." Belloc's eyes flickered behind the mask, "I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Almost all the servants followed the "little prince" out of the castle, and Luke locked himself in the bedroom, watching them leave from the window.

The well-dressed Aphra only left him a glimpse of her back before disappearing into the carriage.

Luke's eyes darkened a little.

... How he wanted to see his sister dancing sparklingly with his own eyes.

As the sky darkened, other nobles in the castle also left one after another. This military fortress made of cold stones became very cold, and they even had to rely on the fireplace to keep warm.

Luke was lying by the window, the coolness from the cracks in the stone penetrated into his flesh and blood.

Although this matter was unavoidable, it was his own decision.He has worked hard for several days to prepare for it, but now he feels abandoned by everyone.

a little lonely.

At this time, there was a soft knock on the door, not in a hurry, gentle and peaceful.

In this castle, the only one who knew he was hiding in the bedroom was Lance.

—Stay here,? Will solve the demonized Lance for him.

Luke was depressed and did not respond for a long time.The people outside the door were not in a hurry, they knocked twice after a while and waited patiently.

Perhaps because he felt that the room was too deserted, after a while, Luke went to open the door, and immediately fell on the bed after unlocking the door.

Lance only saw his back.

The little prince buried his face in the soft pillow, and his golden curly hair, which was usually vigorously knocked out, was limp and drooping, just like its owner was downcast.

Luke suddenly felt that the bed had sunk.

Lance sat on the edge of the bed.

Luke was in no mood to reprimand him for his outrageous behavior.

He felt Lance's hand lift, and something brushed his curls as softly as a snowflake.

Then the hand fell to his pillow.

"Your Highness," Lance said, "let's go to the Mayflower Ball together."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Luke said wearily, "Why can't I go, you and I know very well."

"It's evening now. Your Highness's two attacks of succubi were in the middle of the night. We can leave before the night falls."

"The data of the two times can't prove anything, and the risk still exists." Luke dragged his voice.

Lance seemed to smile.

"Recently, I have been researching a new kind of holy power. The blessings produced by this kind of holy power will not harm the succubi His Royal Highness, but also can cover the breath of the devil." He said softly, "And just now, this research was successful. gone."

Luke was taken aback, and Lance's voice continued to be heard next to his ear.

"Even if His Highness suddenly turns into a succubus, I am confident that I will hide all your dark aura—even if His Majesty the Pope walks past you, he will not find it."

Luke couldn't help turning his face, with a mixture of surprise and doubt on his face.

He noticed that Lance was frequently testing the holy power recently, and all the holy power tests were carried out in front of his face, so he didn't interfere.

Luke had thought that Lance was doing it to increase his strength or something—and now Lance told him that all the holy power experiments were for him.

In order to better and harmlessly help Luke hide his identity.

……is that true?

Luke blinked.

Half of his face was pressed against the pillow, like a pouting child.

It was the first time that Lance noticed that there was still a little baby fat on the face of his slender Highness.

Soft and harmless, but Lance knew His Highness was suspicious of him.

"We still have a contract, and it won't do me any good to hurt His Highness." He said, "So His Highness can trust me."

Luke was reminded by him.

In other words, he can go to the dance?

A little bit of starlight lit up in the boy's eyes.

He bounced up with a "bang", and then realized that his reaction was too violent, so he coughed in disguise.

"Now is just enough time to rush there." He shook his head and asked Lance, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"The test was successful only half an hour ago. I'm afraid that if I say it in advance, it will make His Highness happy for nothing." Lance said.

As for why it was half an hour ago... because he waited outside the bedroom door for His Highness to open the door for half an hour.

Luke obviously thought of this too, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

When he was in a hurry to get dressed, he remembered: "But there is already a little prince at the ball."

"Then don't be the little prince." Lance took out two sets of robes from the closet, "Let's go as 'Luke' and 'Lance'."

Luke stared at the two sets of aristocratic dresses that could completely disappear from the crowd, and asked in surprise, "Since when did I have such a mediocre thing in my closet?"

Lance then took out a light blonde wig and two masks from it.

"I hid here three days ago." He said with a smile, "I have to thank Ms. Aphra. I can't contact the craftsman who made the wig by myself."

"Then the horse and the invitation..."

"Oliver graciously lent me the horse and the invitation. So ordinary, no one would have recognized it."

Luke's eyes widened.

If the blessing of the holy power is just a coincidence, then what are these things that require a lot of time and thought to prepare?

In order to let him go to the dance, did Lance actually work so much back and forth?

No use...just to make him happy.

With slender and cold hands, he picked up Luke's curly hair, put it into the wig, and tucked in his temples little by little.After putting on the mask, the long forehead hair of the wig hangs down to half cover the eyes, and Lance's face can be vaguely seen.

Lance also put on a mask, and his hair color is common among nobles, so it doesn't stand out.

But for Luke who gets along with him day and night, it adds a sense of mystery.

"Let's go, Your Highness." Some strange silver-haired men stretched out their hands to invite him.

When the two rode together, the sunset glow was receding towards the horizon.

Luke dared not use the horse the little prince had brought, and Lance, who had neglected the odd detail, only borrowed a horse.

So Luke sat in front, Lance behind him, and they held the reins together, sometimes bumping into each other.

Luke's body temperature was high, and when he touched Lance's cool hand, he couldn't help being agitated, and a small piece of skin was numb.

It was cold, and then gradually warmed like jade.

The usual physical contact made Luke feel a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't appear to be overreacting or evasive, so he followed the action of straightening his collar and moved his hands away from touching the reins.

...But in this way, as the horse jolted, his body would lean against Lance's arms uncontrollably.

Gee.

His restlessness was picked up by Lance.

"Your Highness?" Lance asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

When asking, he leaned forward slightly, and the distance instantly became closer.The warm breath blew by Luke's ears, and the boy's ears were instantly stained red.

The skin is thin and the meat is tender, and the red color is crystal clear, very beautiful.

"...Stay away." Luke whispered.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Don't call me Your Highness for a while. Change your name so that no one will recognize you."

The people behind were silent for a while, then called out in a warm voice, "Luke."

They set off late, the road was empty, the sunset glow and the ancient buildings were rushing behind them, it seemed that there were only two of them in the whole world.

As the call gently brushed past his ears, Luke's heart trembled slightly.

So tender.It was as gentle as putting him on the tip of my heart.

After crossing, no one called his name, and before crossing, others only called him "Mr. Charlemagne", not "Luke".

No matter how hard-hearted he is, he can't help being moved by this call.

After a while, Luke said: "Do you need to cure your brain? I am the only one in the nobles whose Christian name is 'Luke'. You have revealed everything when you shout."

Although she called him stupid, her tone was soft.

There was a palpable smile in Lance's eyes.

"I was negligent." He said apologetically.

Luke's mind moved slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

When the evening bell rang, they rushed to the banquet hall, and followed the last few invited nobles to sneak into the dinner.

The dance party has not officially started yet, the long table is full of delicacies, the guests are holding wine in their hands, making friends with strangers.

After confirming the situation of Aphra and Belloc, Luke found a quiet corner and chose desserts made by the royal chef.

One bite, tasteless.

Lance has completely spoiled his taste.

However, it is still very pleasing to watch the variety of desserts.

The little prince is wary of food made by strangers, so there is always only the trustworthy Mrs. Maggie in the house.In contrast, the king's royal chefs have a lot more tricks.

Lance also picked up a plate of cake and cut it with a silver knife.

After cutting, he was not in a hurry to eat, but carefully observed the cross-section of the cake.

"What are you doing?" Luke lowered his voice.

"Judging what material it uses." Lance also whispered like a whisper, "Stealing the teacher, I will go back and make an improved version for you."

His Majesty, the God-King revered by all the people, is doing the petty theft seriously.

Luke raised his eyebrows: "If you want to know what material to use, just pick it out and put it in your mouth to taste it."

Lance glanced at him with a smile, but didn't say anything about his lack of taste.

He scooped up a small piece of blue-purple sauce and put it to Luke's mouth.

"Then can you give me a taste, what is this?"

When it comes to topics such as painting and desserts that Luke is more passionate about, Luke is always very talkative.

The boy didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being fed, and followed the spoon handed to his mouth, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The tip of the tongue swept off the blue-purple sauce, biting into the mouth to taste.

Lance could picture jam rolling on the tip of his tongue.

"Lei Ranch cheese, blueberry jam, a small portion of rosette sauce... well, did you accidentally bring in a bit of chocolate-flavored cake crumbs?"

After Luke finished his judgment, he saw Lance staring at him in a daze, and couldn't help but doubt: "Lance? Hello."

"Your feeling is very delicate." Lance came back to his senses, lowered his eyelashes and said lightly: "If you can taste a few more for me, I think my task of 'stealing a teacher' today will be much easier."

"Of course no problem." Luke's lips curled up triumphantly.

...it's a real treat to be at the Mayflower Ball!This time I went back to eat a lot of new styles.

The little bird in his heart flapped its wings.

At the banquet where the toasts were mixed, the two hid in a small corner, and just started the feeding activity.

Luke was all about his taste, and Lance was all about Luke.

Suddenly, the tip of Lance's ear moved slightly, and he caught the gossip of the girls not far away, and the content of the gossip was still him and Luke.

"Did you see that same-sex couple?"

"Let me see... Really. It's so sweet, the one with long hair is too spoiled, and the other one is so obedient."

"I've never heard of such a couple in the circle."

"Perhaps they are usually underground lovers, and only at masquerade parties where no one can recognize them can they get along with each other openly?"

The girls all agreed with this guess.

Under the mask, the curvature of the corners of Lance's eyes became softer.

If His Highness knew that he was being described as "good", he would probably be furious on the spot.

The orchestra swayed cheerfully with the music, and the conductor withdrew his hands at the end of the movement, and the style of the music changed when the movement was played again, from lively to solemn.

The king and his ministers came.

This also means that the prom is about to officially begin.

Luke pushed the spoon away from Lance and turned his attention to the center of the crowd.

The dance music started, and the first couple to enter the dance floor was the king and queen, then the eldest prince and his female companion, and the third couple was the "little prince" and...

——A blond girl who has never appeared in front of everyone.

"Who is His Royal Highness Luke's female companion? Can she be of royal blood with golden hair?"

"Two illegitimate children, hehe."

"It is said that the lady possesses holy power, you look down on her, do you have holy power?"

"I heard that the strength of the holy power is comparable to that of a bishop."

"Where did you hear that?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

Luke listened with satisfaction to the rumors that were spreading.

Of course, he deliberately let people release these words to promote Aphra—at this kind of masquerade ball, rumors always spread quickly, and the source cannot be traced.

And according to the information he obtained, the first dance song was a religious dance.

Aphra's best dance.

The solemn and holy dance bloomed a different kind of beauty on her body, and her brisk and pure dance steps attracted the attention of every audience.

"Is she using holy power? Why do I feel like she is releasing holy light?"

"Just like the legendary angel."

Someone even exaggeratedly said:

"After watching her dance, I started to believe in miracles again..."

The sound of praise fell into his ears, and Luke held up a piece of cake to block the corners of his crazily raised mouth.

It seems that he picked up a rough stone from the chaotic beach with his own hands, cut it and carefully polished the spar into jewelry. On this day, the jewelry finally released the brilliance she should have been worthy of to the world.

After the first dance, aristocratic youths asked Aphra to dance one after another.

The girl was a little cautious at the beginning, but she soon became involved, and the dance skirt twirled and bloomed like a flower.

In the original book, Aphra has been unknown, and she didn't even participate in a ball as a noble lady.

Her fortunes have begun to turn.

"Miss Aphra is very popular." Lance said to Luke, "You are a successful teacher and brother."

Watching other young people dancing with Afra, he didn't feel jealous at all.Luke stared at Lance for a while, and regretfully realized that he seemed to have accidentally split a couple in the original book into brother and sister.

After a few minuets, the extravagant and beautiful movement played. This kind of elegant and provocative dance music has always been Luke's favorite.

As soon as the dance music played, the blood in his whole body began to jump, and he wanted to dance along with it as if he was drunk.

But how is it possible?Being able to go to the dance party is already very exciting, and dancing on the dance floor will definitely cause chaos.

In order not to look like a fool, Luke tried his best to restrain his urge to sway, and only tapped the beat with his toes.

Lance noticed his little movement.

"I'll get you some wine," he suggested.

After eating a lot of sweets, Luke was indeed thirsty.

The wine was on the long table on the other side of the dance floor, so it was inconvenient for him to move around, so he nodded.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as Lance left on his front foot, a hot feeling rushed into his throat from his back foot.

——A precursor to succubi.

Lance seemed to be born with the ability to suppress demons. As soon as he left, the succubus blood that had been lurking before and dared not move began to show its minions.

Luke suppressed the momentary panic and stood on tiptoe to search among the crowd.

Lance...Lance was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

Suddenly a hand tapped on his shoulder.

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

It was a masked man with a strange voice.

Luke avoided him in disgust.

Unexpectedly, the aristocratic man posted it again: "Want to drink? Anyway, your partner is not here, why don't we..."

Luke touched the dagger hidden in his waist, and walked away.

If you don't follow, you'll spare this short-sighted guy. If you dare to follow, find a place where no one is around and cut off his belt.

...Lance is really unreliable at critical moments.

Luke thought a little angrily.

He squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the outside of the hall. The noble man seemed to have misunderstood something, and followed with a smile.

As the dryness and heat increased, Luke's footsteps also hurried up.

When approaching the balcony, a hand suddenly stretched out from the heavy curtain, grabbed Luke's wrist, and pulled him in.

"?!"

Luka was startled, and thrust his elbow back suddenly. Before he could make a sound, the half of his face exposed under the mask was covered.

The mouth is cold to the touch, and there is a faint smell of grass.

"Hush." ​​Lance whispered in his ear, "Someone."

There was a figure swaying outside the curtain, looking for him.

Luke breathed heavily between Lance's fingers.

"Gentlemen," the strange nobleman outside the curtain asked, "Did you see a gentleman with light blonde hair just now? That's my friend, we got separated."

"'Friend'?" Lance whispered in the boy's ear.

"He's talking nonsense." Luke squeezed out a gasp from between his teeth.

Hiding in this small space, he was almost hugged by someone, and his heart beat faster and faster.

It must have been a wonderful scene if someone had lifted the curtains.

However, Lance didn't seem to notice their embarrassing situation at all. The hand covering his face moved slightly, and the fingertips slid lightly on his cheek.

Touch, touch, touch.touch what?

"Your Highness's face is so hot." Lance's breath blew against his ears, "Are you angry? Or..." Succubused.

Isn't that obvious?Of course there is both.

Luke stepped on Lance's toe.

Lance was still lifeless.

Then, Luke felt his face being held up, turned to the upper side at an angle, and his cold lips covered it.

People came and went outside the curtains, and they kissed in a small space where they could be discovered at any time.

The author has something to say: Lance: Since I used the tutorial book, Your Highness no longer has to worry about my studies!

Luke: ………