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

...how long has passed?

He seemed to have slept for a long time.

Luke straightened up suddenly, his head was caught off guard and hit something hard.

He covered his head with a hiss, and when he looked up, he saw that the thing that hit him was Lance.

"You..." What were you doing so close to me just now?

Before the question was spoken, Luke couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lance has silver hair and snow-skinned skin, with a natural sanctity that is not stained by the secular world.But now he was knocked on the nose by Luke, the tip of his nose was light berry red, and a streak of blood slid to his lips.

Nosebleed Holy Son... lol.

Because he didn't feel pain, Lance didn't know what happened to make His Highness laugh. He blinked his eyes in confusion, and then smiled.

Dazed and silly,? It's kind of cute.

Luke thought it was amused, completely put the questioning behind him, and threw a handkerchief in his face.

Lance grabbed the handkerchief.

"Wipe your face." Luke said with a smile.

Lance touched the corner of his moist lips before he knew what was going on.He directly used the holy power to draw out the blood molecules, and manipulated the blood flow into the sewage basin.

And Luke's handkerchief was held in his palm.

"Your Highness has come to see me." Lance smiled.

"In case you starve to death." Luke raised his chin towards the tray containing the food, "Your breakfast,? Eat it yourself."

After that, he got up and left.

After the Mayflower Ball, it took a long time to hold another grand party in the Summer Palace of Shenghonglin.The aristocrats decided to stay or not, and Luke planned to leave and return to his mansion. He would leave today.

——Instead of wasting time here with that group of "Oracle Sect" old stubborn people, it would be quicker to ask that vampire directly.

Of course, he had to deal with Will Knight before offering blood to the demon.

time is tight.

He was about to go when Lance took his wrist.

"Does Your Highness have to risk a duel with Knight Will?"

"As I said, there is no danger." Luke said, "This matter can serve multiple purposes. It can not only build momentum for Aphra, but also attack the influence of the eldest prince—"

A hint of sarcasm flickered from the corner of his eyes, "Can you help the God of Light to punish evil and promote good?"

"You want to punish the evil and promote the good for Belloc Moore." Lance said.

"Maybe so," Lu Jiaman said indifferently, "it doesn't matter who it is for."

Lance changed the way: "In order to keep the 'War Chess', you are putting the 'Wang Chess' in danger."

"Even a small piece of 'war chess' belongs to me." Luke raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I use them, and likewise, provide them with protection. This is my obligation."

His beautiful eyebrows were raised, quite heroic.

Lance stared at him fixedly, and Luke did not evade his eyes, expressing his unchangeable decision.

"Then I will protect Your Highness." Lance said finally.

Luke smiled, and didn't take this seriously, only as a compromise.

"Be obedient." He patted Lance's hand like rewarding a large dog.

Lance let go of his wrist, quietly watching Luke turn and leave.

His Highness always left him with his back.

When you need to use him, or when you think of him, His Highness will turn around and notice him.If he pleases you, give him a smile.

But this smile is also fleeting, and His Highness will eventually forget about him and turn around and leave.

What Lance desires doesn't stop there.

A mass of thunder-like holy power was condensed in his palm, the golden light intertwined and distorted, bursting out spots of light.

With a "sizzling" sound, the holy light began to make a sound, like an old phonograph "cracking" sound, and finally stabilized and turned into a piece of music.

—the dance music hummed by Luke last night.

"Holy power is omnipotent" is just a theoretical statement. Even the history books of the entire Shenghonglin Library have never recorded that holy power can fabricate voices.

The light cluster in Lance's hand changed, and the conversation between the two knights heard on the balcony last night came from it.

"It's a pity that your plan will come to nothing. Earl Charlotte could have given you double the dowry in order to marry her daughter..."

The imitation is perfect.

After confirming that it was correct, the light cluster withered in Lance's hand.

He will be His Highness's rampant "car", galloping "horse", His Highness's best hunting dog, and the most docile pet dog.

He didn't ask much, but he wanted His Highness to see him.

Always look at him.

Just look at him.

Lance ate the food that Luke brought, and walked towards the broken wooden house of "God Tongue".

He wants to do one thing before he leaves.

The servants and guards spent the morning packing their bags, and after lunch, Luke's motorcade embarked on the journey back to the prince's mansion.

The convoy of the king and the great prince returned to the holy capital with them.

Luke gallops to the king's chariot.

Since he was attacked by wild boars in the forest, the king no longer trusted the guards composed of civilians, and recalled the royal knights composed of nobles.

Now, the knights are guarding the carriage, the leader of the knights is on the right side of the carriage, and the Knight Will, who is second only to the leader in the group, is on the left side of the carriage.

Luke followed and rode side by side with Knight Will.

"His Royal Highness Luke." Knight Will was surprised.

Luke didn't respond to his greeting, and held up a haughty smile: "I've heard some indecent rumors about my friend, Master Bellocmore."

There was a trace of doubt in Will Knight's eyes.

"I have had several contacts with Master Moore. With his character, it seems that he is not worthy to be called His Highness's friend."

Luke sneered, and said directly: "But as far as I know, the real situation seems to be quite different from the rumors, and this matter is related to you."

The horse's hooves made a dull sound, and the nearby knights and guards pricked up their ears when they smelled the smell of gunpowder all over the little prince's body.

Regardless of their opinion of Luke himself, it's always fun to hear His Majesty Luke gossip.

The king in the carriage also opened the window and asked, "My son, and Knight Will, what are you talking about?"

Luke smiled: "We're talking about Knight Will's 'heroic deeds'."

"Oh?" the king asked with interest, "On this hunting day, Knight Will hunted a wolf king alone, have you heard about it?"

Knight Will suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Not only that, I also know some other stories." Luke said casually, "For example, the greasy middle-aged man failed to pursue the girl, and the girl was so frightened that she fled into the window of the 14-year-old boy overnight."

"Hahahaha, there is such a thing!" The king liked to listen to the emotional gossip between men and women, and said with great interest, "Who are you talking about?"

Amid the king's heartless laughter, Knight Will's face turned livid.

Luke smiled and said, "Isn't your Majesty the one next to you? Knight Will Barker."

Knight Will said angrily: "I don't know where His Royal Highness Luke has listened to rumors, and actually slandered my honor in front of His Majesty."

Luke retorted: "I would rather believe the truth than the lies deliberately created by people with ulterior motives."

Could it be that the little prince knew of his plot?

A stern streak flashed across Knight Will's face.

The king's eyes shifted between the two of them blankly, and he didn't quite understand how to tell the story, and the atmosphere began to be tense.

"His Royal Highness Luke came here this time to seek unwarranted justice for 'friends'?" Knight Will's eyes were dangerous, like a bear with a scrunched face.

"You guessed it." Luke smiled innocently, "I want to declare war on you on behalf of 'justice'."

Will Knight almost sneered.

He climbed to his current position after many trials and tribulations. Defeating a pampered little boy who can touch the fur of swordsmanship is as easy as trampling an ant to death.

But he heard the young man's serious tone: "I declare war on you on behalf of justice—if I am right, then the God of Light will bless me."

Will Knight was disdainful.

The Minister of the Palace also said that he should beware of this illegitimate child. Now it seems that he is more naive, and he even believes in the nonsense of the blessing of the God of Light.

"Your Highness is still young, so it's better to find some suitable opponents to practice with - such as those stupid forest wild boars." He pretended to dissuade, "Swords have no eyes, I'm afraid of hurting His Highness."

The implication is that "accidentally" killing someone is also the little prince's own fault.And Luke didn't seem to understand his words at all, and kept asking.

"Don't you dare?"

"It's not that I dare not..."

"Are you afraid that God will stand on my side and punish your sins?"

"I don't have any..."

"Then I, Luke Charlemagne, formally challenge you to a duel." Luke's eyes calmed down.

The faint laughter in the knight order gradually stopped.

The knights no longer thought he was ridiculous, but thought he was a little crazy.

The boy was riding on a horse, his stature was smaller than anyone else's, but his voice was calm and resonant, and he was more determined than anyone else.

Everyone thought he would lose his life bet, but he firmly believed that he could win.

On the contrary, Will Knight seemed to give in a little bit blindly.

"I promise you." His face darkened, "I'm ten years older than you, and the location is up to you."

"Then Gaza Colosseum." Luke said casually.

As the place name was spoken, a violent cold wind hit.

The Gaza Colosseum was built during the war and is a giant viewing building that can accommodate 2000 people.In the center of the arena, humans and humans, humans and beasts fight to the death, and only when one of them dies can the fighting stop.

This kind of barbaric entertainment was banned in the age of civilization, and the arena was transformed into an amphitheater, but some people say that the sound of ancient fighting can always be heard in the dead of night.

"Let God, man, and fighting judge right and wrong." Luke smiled bitterly.

The news that the little prince was going to duel with the appointed next head of the Royal Knights in the arena spread throughout the noble circle, and even reached the ears of commoners and slaves within half a day.

Discussions about this duel of disparity in strength intensified.

"Killing the blood of the royal family is a felony. Knight Will dare not kill."

"Come on, who doesn't know that the queen's party wants to kill the illegitimate child? I think this duel is to kill someone with a knife!"

"But it is said that the duel was proposed by His Royal Highness Luke, in order to justify his friend's name."

"Which friend?"

"That notorious Belloc Moore."

The other side was silent.

After a while, he said: "If His Royal Highness Luke can win, I would like to believe that Belloc More is a hero who saves the beauty."

Apart from God's will, he didn't know any reason to help the little prince win the duel.

Amid the intensifying discussions, the Gaza Colosseum ushered in the day of the duel.

Naturally, the nobles would not miss this duel, and the king's family and the cardinal sat in the middle seats as witnesses.

To Luke's surprise, there were a large number of civilians besides the nobles, and the audience was full.

He looked suspiciously at the stands full of civilians, and there was a sudden exclamation.

The screams of several girls hit the ears.

"God, is that His Royal Highness Luke? It's [-] times more beautiful than singing in hymns!"

"I can't imagine how sad I would be if he was injured in this duel!"

The perfect smile on Luke's face was almost unstoppable, he coughed lightly, got on the horse, and let the horse's buttocks face the women.

The discussion has not stopped, and there are more voices.

"I heard that he saved slaves and spoke for civilian guards! Also, it is said that being a maid in his mansion is the happiest job in the entire Holy Kingdom..."

These rumors took Luke by surprise.

Although he had no intention of doing so, his reputation among the common people seemed to improve without his knowing it.

In the stands, the cardinal was praying at length, which meant that this duel was going on under the witness of the God of Light, and God would definitely favor the righteous.

Will Knight rode into the arena from the other side of the stage, and Luke's expression was slightly serious. The two rode clockwise around the field, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

When it was close enough, the two long swords touched in the air.

"Now that I know my plan, I won't let you go." Knight Will's eyes behind his helmet were fierce.

"I won't let you go." Luke said proudly, "You rat."

They stared into each other's eyes, retreated from the blade and backed away slowly, adjusting to their best.

The bishop's lengthy prayer ended, and the king couldn't bear it any longer, and stood up.

"Three, two, one! The duel begins!"

He slapped the table excitedly and shouted.

The spectators howled like wild animals!

Luke rode his horse and rushed towards the Will knight.

The long swords clashed in the air, Knight Will let out a roar, and as soon as the blades intersected, Luke felt his fingers trembling and numb, and almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand.

Luke gritted his teeth and turned his sword at an angle. The two swords staggered. Knight Will's sword passed by, cutting off the soft armor on his shoulder.

There were mixed exclamations and cheers in the audience seats.

Powerful and oppressive, but still far behind Paladin Lancelot!

Luke was highly focused, and he remembered what Lance had said when he was practicing with him——

"His Royal Highness is slightly weaker than ordinary people, but his sensitivity and concentration are beyond anyone's reach. Avoid disadvantages and make good use of advantages, and you will be invincible."

At that time, he made a strong promise, but when it came to the battle, he didn't believe that he could win.

fraud.

Luke sneered in his heart, and dodged the enemy's sword again.The fight became anxious, Knight Will couldn't bear his frequent dodging, and the sword became more and more fierce.

Once a person is impulsive, his flaws will be exposed.

Luke thrust out a sword, aiming at his neck, Knight Will hurriedly dodged, the point of the sword pierced the helmet, buzzing like a bell, every blow seemed to slap him in the face.

In his rage, his sword wind became more like a storm. Luke avoided the vital point, but a cut was cut on his cheek, and blood slid down the wound.

The audience exclaimed, sighed and sighed.

The strength shown by the little prince has exceeded everyone's expectations.

He is like a flower fluttering in the rainstorm, supporting himself, and he does not know when he will die.

People are worried about every crisis, and cheer for every time he saved himself from danger... There are also people who have the evil desire to destroy good things, roaring manically on the viewing platform, wishing to replace Knight Will with himself.

Everything failed to reach Luke's ears.

All he pays attention to is the sword in the enemy's hand.

At this moment, he suddenly caught the sluggishness of Will's knight's sword.

Without hesitation, Luke rushed into the range of the sword's swing, and pierced the gap in Will's knight's armor with a sword.

Knight Will was stunned, Luke let out a low growl, and the blade of the sword curled up, breaking through his back.

He drew out his blood-stained sword, and watched Will's knight fall off his horse indifferently.

The whole place was silent.

At this time, the wound on Luke's cheek stained half of his face red, and the blood splashed from the drawn sword adorned the end of his eyes, like a cinnabar mole, which was breathtakingly gorgeous.

He looked around the audience proudly, and steadily raised the sword representing victory.

Crazy cheers erupted from the audience! !

Among them was the King, who slammed the table and shouted "My son has won the Knights!", but his voice was quickly drowned out by the higher voices.

The eldest prince Dana was stunned, and hadn't realized what happened.The queen's back is as cold as iron, and seeing his own son's idiotic appearance, he even gritted his silver teeth.

In astonishment, the bishop had to pronounce victory for the little prince—and justice for him as well.

Will Knight's father, Earl Buck, rushed onto the stage, and his son was lingering in a pool of blood, about to die.

Luke withdrew his sword and gestured for the audience to be quiet. The nearly [-] audience members calmed down under his gesture.

"Cavalier Will has slandered my friend Bellocmore, and put him and Miss Charlotte in slander."

Luke's clear voice echoed in the arena, "Although such acts are heinous, God is willing to give him a chance to repent—rebirth, repentance, and making up for the sins of the first half of his life with asceticism."

The audience looked puzzled.

That's all well and good, but how do dying people come back to life?

It is already a miracle to be able to defeat a powerful enemy—could the God of Light once again display his brilliance for the sake of His Royal Highness the little prince?

Luke spoke the answer in their hearts.

"Aphra Charlemagne." A gentle smile appeared on his face, "Come."

The girl entered the arena under everyone's attention. She hugged her brother excitedly and congratulated him before looking at Will Knight who was on the verge of dying.

At this time, Earl Buck had already taken off Knight Will's armor, exposing the fatal wound on his chest and ribs, and his whole body was gray and dull.

"I can save him." Aphra said.

Earl Buck's eyes were blank.

He knew what his youngest son was doing, even though he disapproved, he didn't intervene to stop him.The death of his son must be God’s punishment for him, so who can snatch his son back from God’s hand?

But he saw a little bit of golden light scattered in the air, the golden light merged into the sword wound, and the flesh healed quickly.

Everyone watched this scene with bated breath.

A few minutes later, Will Knight, who was breathing intermittently, suddenly panted and opened his eyes.

"Father...?" he said weakly.

come back to life.

The audience shook again.

The commoners thought it was a miracle, but the discerning nobles knew that it was all done by the girl who was said to possess holy power.

——The girl named Aphra held their second life in her hands, and even the Pope couldn't bestow their lives.

With a smile on Luke's face, his gaze swept across the faces of the nobles one by one.

Respect, greed... and eagerness to curry favor.

Before tomorrow, there will probably be countless letters from his acquaintances flooding his prince's mansion.

perfect.

In this way, the nobles must not be willing to marry Aphra to another country.

"Bitch!" The queen's chest rose and fell violently, and she crushed the wine glass in her hand, "When did that bitch become so capable!"

She wished she could go back to the past and strangle herself to death who agreed to exchange Aphra with "Lionheart".

The little prince owns Aphra, and he is like a tiger with wings added.

Her hostility was conveyed to the little prince, and Luke met her gaze with a mocking arc on his lips.

The queen was so angry that she rolled her eyes and passed out.

But her fainting was not noticed, because at this moment, Will Knight on the field suddenly yelled, attracting everyone's attention.

"No! I didn't do it!!" He seemed to be talking to someone in the void, "I didn't, I didn't do that! Shut up..."

Before people could react, they heard him continue:

"Damn it! It's all because of that woman! Putting on airs of refusal and welcome, I asked for help from a wild man, and I was short of breath..."

The faces of the insiders became strange.The "she" that Knight Will spoke of was obviously the Miss Charlotte whom he had pursued.

Suspicion flashed across Luke's eyes.

This was not in his plan.

"No, no, so what if it makes her notorious? Anyway, she will marry me, and it's not that she can't get married. Double the dowry, that's what I deserve. I was born to be the head of the Knights, The most honorable person in the Holy Kingdom..."

The current head of the Knights had an extremely ugly face. From his crazy words, Count Charlotte gradually understood the real reason for his daughter's reputation. He drew his sword and was about to kill that beast.

Earl Buck wanted to stop his son's nonsense, but the seriously injured man was so frighteningly strong that he struggled as if being tortured, instead knocking Earl Buck aside.

"Belloc More dares to prevent me from getting the dowry, of course he should die!" He scolded fiercely for a while, and pleaded cowardly for a while, "It's Elton who instigated me! It's all his fault!"

There was a buzz in the Royal Knights. They had come to support the Knights of Will today, but they didn't expect such a big news to explode——

Knight Will murdered the reputation of the noble lady for the sake of property, and their colleague Lind Elton turned out to be an accomplice of the framer.

"Madman." Elton never expected that he would be suddenly involved, and he gritted his teeth under the suspicious eyes of other knights.

After exposing all his crimes, Knight Will's energy was exhausted to the extreme, and he murmured something in fear before passing out.

"I won't hurt Charlotte again! Stop torturing me...I repent..."

Everyone was whispering about the farce, and Miss Charlotte and Belloc in the crowd became the focus of sight. Belloc took off his big hat with trembling hands, and raised his face for the first time in three years.

This is the apocalypse and honor His Royal Highness Luke desperately bought for him.

He had to raise his head bravely for His Highness, so as not to fall into His Highness's face.

As everyone knows, Will Knight's slip of the tongue was completely unexpected to Luke.

Luke looked calm as if everything was under control, but he was full of doubts in his heart.

Will Knight suddenly go insane?He did not believe in such a coincidence.

Is there anyone helping him?

Or... is this the so-called "God's Punishment"?

Luke looked up into the sky, looking for the invisible god.

The crowd in the arena in Gaza was gradually dispersing. Knights Will and Elton were escorted by the king's guards on suspicion of murdering nobles. Luke walked towards his guards.

In the crowd, he saw Lance at a glance.

"I won." Luke raised his chin. "Unexpected? Unbelievable? Displeased?"

"Your Highness can always seek breakthroughs in desperate situations. I have never worried about the outcome of this duel." Lance smiled wryly. "From the beginning to the end, the only thing I was worried about was that you might be injured."

He stretched out his hand to the little prince on the stage. Luke saw that what he said was true, so he jumped down with his hand.

Lance took out a handkerchief, held his face in his hands, and gently wiped the blood on his cheeks.

The sword wound was deep, and blood is still oozing.

His Highness tightened the corners of his eyes.

That must have hurt.

If Lance himself was injured, even if his bones were broken and his skin was torn, he would be indifferent, as if he was watching something irrelevant.

But when he saw the sword wound on His Highness's cheek... he felt unbearably distressed.

He acted lightly just now, Lance thought coldly, those who dare to hurt His Highness should be punished more—eventually deprived of their lives.

There was a terrible cloud brewing in the green pupils under the lash feathers.

"You hurt me." Luke said suddenly.

Lance's eyes cleared, and he moved more softly.

In fact, Lance's movements are not heavy.It's just that Luke was so focused just now that he didn't notice the pain from the sword wounds and bruises, but now those pains are slowly emerging, stimulating his nerves.

For him who has always been pampered, it is indeed a novel experience.

The last drop of blood was wiped away, but Lance didn't take back his hand, and rubbed his fingertips under the sword wound on his cheek.

The last time he did this, the next second he kissed him under the cover of the curtain.

Some ambiguous.

Luke was about to speak, but his eyes widened in surprise.

The tingling sensation on his cheek suddenly disappeared.

Luke touched the side of his face, it was smooth and smooth, as if he had never been injured.

Aphra, who was the only one who could heal, was treating the fainted queen not far away, and her attention was obviously not on him.

Then it can only be——

"What did you do?" Luke stared at Lance in astonishment.

Apparently Lance also noticed this, his eyes were first surprised, then confused.

"...I just want His Highness to get well soon." He said.

"That's the healing technique!" Luke tried to lower his voice, "You learned the healing technique!"

In the original book, Lancelot, who was unable to heal himself even when he was on the verge of death, under such inexplicable conditions, used the healing technique without any warning——

God King's only flaw is made up.

In the end what happened?

What has changed with his arrival?

At this moment, the flow of people pouring out stagnated, and the atmosphere began to be restless.Word of mouth spread the word to Luke's ear.

—“Here comes the Pope’s crown.”

Aphra's healing skills would be valued by the Holy See, which was expected by Luke.

But why come so early?The news about Afra should not have spread so quickly.

Luke had doubts in his heart, so he could only suppress the question about Lance first, tidy up his appearance and wait for the audience with the Pope.

The cardinal who witnessed the duel this time whispered beside the Pope, leading him straight to where Luke was.

It was an old man with white beard and hair, dressed in a platinum cassock and a crown on his head. No one dared to make noise wherever he passed, and everyone took off their hats and bowed their heads to salute him.

The Pope is reclusive, so this is the first time Luke actually sees him—the king's brother, uncle to him and Aphra.

He looked at the old man lightly, and lowered his high head along with the others.

"It's this young lady, of the royal blood of Charlemagne, who has the miraculous ability to save lives and heal the wounded," the bishop said to the pope.

"Hmm." The pope said calmly.

He stared at Aphra for a moment, and then, beyond everyone's expectations, his gaze shifted to Lance.

"Lancelot Winston, I am here for you."

The Pope smiled.

"Are you interested in becoming one of my eighteen bishops?"

As soon as this word comes out.

Luke raised his head abruptly and looked at Lance in disbelief.

The author has something to say :OOC:

Lance (wronged): Your Highness, Your Highness, someone wants to snatch me away, I'm afraid

Luke (draws sword fiercely): Don't even try to take my big dog away!

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