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

"Lancelot Winston,? Do you intend to be one of my eighteen bishops?"

His words were like thunder, and Luke never expected that the pope came here not for Aphra,? but for Lance!

The original book also has the same invitation. Luke thought that his arrival completely disrupted the plot,? Unexpectedly, Lance returned to the fate of being the protagonist.

At this point in the plot,? Lancelot will break away from slavery and enter the Holy See. Later, he will be discovered with amazing swordsmanship, and he will be named a paladin in one fell swoop...

Luke was stunned for a moment. He looked at Lance. The silver-haired servant looked calm and indifferent, as if he was not surprised by the olive branch thrown by the Pope.

"Sorry Your Majesty, I cannot accept your invitation." He bluntly refused, "I belong to His Royal Highness Luke."

His expression didn't waver in the slightest.

"That's right, I almost forgot... Your deed of sale is still in his hands." The pope smiled lovingly,? "Don't worry,? I can make it a dead letter."

"It's not for selling a contract." Lance emphasized his tone, "Forgive 'I don't want' to accept your request."

"This is not something you can decide. Even if you don't want to become a bishop,? I will take you back to the Holy See." The Pope said, "God gave you a precious talent,? Not to let you waste your time in the secular world."

The old man had a kind smile on his face, and his voice was slow.It sounds as silent as a missionary sermon, but the decision in it is beyond doubt.

From the beginning to the end,? He didn't look at Luke directly.

The pope looks down on all living beings from above and bestows mercy on all living beings.And a child born out of wedlock like Luke will always get only contempt and indifference.

"Your Majesty seems to have forgotten," Luke sneered, standing in front of Lance, holding his head proudly, "If you want someone from me, should you ask me first?"

The pope turned his eyes to him.

"Luke." He said calmly, "We are all God's people, and we offer our faith and love to Him equally. Lancelot belongs to God, not you."

"Equality?" Luke mocked, "When Lance was sent to the guillotine, it was I who came forward to save him, not the crown."

He raised his voice, "If Your Majesty truly believes in equality, he should have appeared and rescued Lance who was implicated innocently, and then abolished all death penalty and slavery!"

It was eerily quiet around.

In the Holy Kingdom, the authority of the Holy See is even higher than that of the king, and the new king must be crowned by the Pope to be king.

The little prince had a confrontation with the pope, did he not want the crown? !

Of course Luke didn't want to confront the Holy See so early.

But if he is not tough, Lance will be taken away by the Holy See!

Then the plot that he tried to reverse after time travel may be back on track, and he will be...

Luke gritted his teeth.

"Tomorrow I will disturb your residence and take Mr. Lancelot away." The Pope stopped looking at him, "I hope you can prepare to see him off at that time."

After finishing speaking, he turned around slowly and left with the Pope's scepter.

Luke's face suddenly darkened.

He slammed his helmet to the ground, his amethyst eyes blazing with rage.

He ignored Lance, and said to the guard in a deep voice, "Go back to the house."

Accidents, he hates accidents, and even more hates going back to the original plot unexpectedly.

What Lancelot did in the original book made him vent his anger on the current Lance.

The servants of the mansion only heard that His Highness had won the Royal Knights, and they cheered for him, but they only saw the little prince with a frosty face.

The celebration feast and bathing utensils had been prepared, and as soon as Luke entered the bedroom, he tore off his soft armor and underwear, roughed up his hair, and stepped into the tub.

Lance followed in and tidied up the clothes that fell on the ground, even though His Highness didn't say a word to him during the period.

Luke poured water on his face, took a long breath, and tried to calm himself down and think.

At least this is not the worst case, he thought, the son of a criminal who possesses holy power should have been sent to the guillotine, but no matter in the book or now, Lance's life is not in danger, and instead he has become the target of the Holy See.

However, if the Holy See forcibly requisitions, let alone a slave, even a member of the Royal Knights, even if he is a prince, he must obey God's decision.

— it was wonderful.

Luke hammered the rim of the tub hard.

...and then hammered on some meat pad.

He glanced sideways and saw Lance's hand resting on the spot where he hammered, anticipating his move before he made it.

A red mark slowly appeared on Lance's palm.

If Luke had hammered directly on the hard edge of the tub, it would be Luke's own hand that was sore and swollen.

"Please don't hurt yourself, Your Highness." Lance sighed softly.

Luke withdrew his hand and soaked back in the hot water.

"Who wants you to pretend to be comforting?" He sneered, "Now you must be thinking about how to properly betray me and return to the embrace of God, right?"

Lance didn't reply, he scooped up hot water and poured it into Luke's hair.

His Highness still smelled of iron and blood, and those smells reminded him of every sword swung in the duel, every nervous breath holding, and the anger when the blood splattered.

——I can't wait to protect His Highness under the wings, hide somewhere, and never touch those swords and swords.

Luke was oblivious to what he was thinking and continued to sulk.

"Soon there will be legends about you all over the Holy Kingdom. The legendary young master of the Winston family endured humiliation under the hands of the notorious prince until his savior from heaven—"

He had a mocking expression on his face, "His Holiness personally rescued him from the fire and water. It won't be long before he will become the most popular paladin in the Holy See."

Lance remained silent, his actions were gentle and considerate, and he was performing his job as usual.

Annoyed, Luke stood up from the bathtub, stepped on the edge of the bathtub with one foot, and pulled up Lance's collar.

"Why don't you speak? Because what I said hit your heart?"

His eyes are beautiful, they are surprisingly bright because of the burning, and there is a wet light all over his body, like a water demon that chooses to eat people.

The water in his hand soaked the collar of Lance's shirt, and the warm liquid soaked his skin.

"I will never betray Your Highness." Lance said with a calm gaze, "No words can control this fact."

The solemnity in his eyes made Luke slightly startled.

"Bishop or paladin..." Lance smiled nonchalantly, "Why does Your Highness think so? The only place I want to stay is by your side."

If he really did something about it, the reason was just to stay closer to His Highness and protect him more closely.

. . . and to adore him more passionately.

Luke didn't understand what the burning light in the other party's eyes was slightly rippling at this moment.

"Of course, you can't do without me." Luke tightened Lance's collar, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "From the moment we formed the contract with the God of Light, you belong to me from birth to death."

He wouldn't let Lance go, no matter what.

Luke stared at his prey firmly, staring at him, trying to engrave this determination into the depths of Lance's soul——

Then he noticed that those green eyes were burning brighter and brighter.

Luke: "...?"

He frowned suspiciously.

Lance took the lead to look away, hiding his eyes under the silver eyelashes.

"Your Highness, if you continue like this, you will catch a cold." His voice was hoarse for some reason.

It was only then that Luke remembered that he was stepping boldly on the edge of the bathtub, and—without a thread.

It didn't matter before, after all, it was just a verbal lover.But now it is said that they are not lovers, but they have almost done everything between lovers...

With a lump in Luke's throat, he pretended to brush his hair naturally, and quickly sank into the water.

"Go away," he said.

But those hands reached out gently, scrubbing the ends of his hair.

"I thought Your Highness had already understood," Lance said with a smile, "I will not leave you if anyone forces me to, even if you ask me to 'scroll' in this regard—I will not obey."

"That's not certain." Luke sarcastically said, "You don't like to listen to my words, but the Pope's authority is much stronger than mine. Maybe he waved his hand, and you posted it with a wag of your tail?"

"I have no tail, my lord."

But you have.

"...don't make a fuss, Lance. I'm still losing my temper."

"In fact, there may not be no other way." Lance said seriously, "Although there are not many relationships that can overwhelm the authority of the Pope, there are still some."

Luke paused, wondering if he was implying something.

There is a method, he thought of it, and even had a close contact with it just this morning.

——Contract knight.

If it hadn't been for his cross-legging, Knight Will would have been the prince's contract knight.

Only the supreme master-slave relationship of the contracted knights, where one glory wins, one loss hurts, one never serves two masters, and one never agrees with two servants—can completely ignore the pope's will.

If he did that, Lance would not be a pawn or a dog he placed at random, but a knight who demanded his equal respect, and even his opinion.

Luke didn't say anything, and closed his eyes while Lance's fingertips were being massaged.

The headache and the soreness of the muscles all over the body have eased, and the bruises from the violent blows by Will Knight during the duel are also slowly dissipating.

After Lance inexplicably learned the healing technique, those hands became more comfortable and easy to use.

Ah, Luke suddenly thought, after Lance got out of slavery and was on an equal footing with him, wouldn't there be a reason not to give him a massage, right?

What about dessert?Do you want to discuss it casually, you don't have to do it if you have a sore hand and a bad mood...?

Luke was a little distressed.

But it's not too late, the pope will come to snatch people tomorrow morning.

"I'm going to see His Majesty in the afternoon, you are not allowed to follow," he said.

He is very upset, so it is better not to let Lance know in advance, so as to save him from being arrogant in advance.

Luke stood up from the tub, watched Lance wrap him in a blanket, and tried to find the reaction on Lance's face.

I don't know if Lance guessed anything, but he looked happy anyway.

Gee.

He fought with the Pope, and Lance took all the advantages.

After lunch, Luke didn't dare to take a break, and drove directly to the palace.

He sat down among the soft pillows and took a nap, adjusted the position of the soft pillows for a while, but still felt uncomfortable.

In the past, Lance was always responsible for arranging the soft moves into the most suitable array.

Luke frowned, and closed his eyes in this uncomfortable position.

After a while, he heard someone knock on the car window.

Luke opened his eyes and saw that it was Angelo.The face of the young lover was familiar among the guards, and he was easily let in.

Angelo grinned broadly, reached into the car window and twisted the doorknob, and jumped from the horse into the car familiarly.

"Belloc Moore did a good job." Luke praised.

"It's just protecting one person, it's easy." Angelo said with a smile.

"What are you doing here? I have important things to do." Luke thought he wanted to take the opportunity to sneak into the palace to play, "The palace is not a good place to go, be careful."

The smile on An Qiluo's face gradually disappeared, and he revealed a worried expression as he told the bad news.

"Master hasn't been to Heka Manor for a month," the young man pursed his lips and said, "According to the regulations, he should have gone last night... I'm afraid that lord will be angry with you for this."

He was talking about the vampires at Heka Manor.

"Last month, you suffered because you were late by three days. If you delay again this time, I don't know what will happen."

Luke's expression gradually sank.

Of course he remembered it.

Because there was a duel this morning, he had to keep his body in top condition, so he didn't go to Heka Manor for "voluntary blood donation".

And tonight—

"I'm not free tonight either." Luke frowned, "The Pope must be spying on my actions, and tomorrow I will hold a ceremony to enshrine the contracted knight."

"Then at least let Lance be by your side to protect you." Angelo said.

Luke didn't care about Angelo's nervousness.

The devil is afraid of the sun, afraid of the Holy Power of the Pope, and he has both.

"It's not night yet, but nothing can happen at this moment." Luke reassured the young man, "The Pope has been in the Holy City these days, if that demon dares to leave his lair and try to leave a dark breath on me —and then killed by the Pope, I have no objection."

Angelo's face suddenly turned pale.

Luke was slightly suspicious, and suddenly felt a cold hand protruding from behind, lifting his chin.

"What makes you think I'm afraid of the Pope?"

An elegant voice like a cello sounded from behind.

A wisp of black smoke entered Luke's mouth and nose, and before he could react, he collapsed.

Before he fell into a coma, Luke remembered the owner of the voice—the vampire.

Osiris hugged the limp young man, and embraced him as easily as a child.

He has the same purple eyes as Luke, with a similar sneer at the end of the eyes.But those eyes were deeper, hiding a deep evil.

With his arrival, all the guards and horses stopped as if time stood still, and their souls were pulled away, leaving only the empty whites of their eyes.

"You...how could...promote..." An Qiluo's voice trembled, and he was almost unable to breathe due to the heavy darkness.

This month has passed, and Osiris seems to have completed some transformation, and the power of the Dark God is nothing like this.

"If you don't improve the strength of this body, how can you rescue our little succubus from the paladins?"

While answering his question, Osiris picked up Luke's teacup as if strolling in the courtyard, added something blood-red, and took a leisurely sip.

Even though it was noon, the sky was completely dark.True demons don't need to act in the night, because they are the night themselves.

"...Succubus?" Angelo was startled.

"It seems that the concealment I made for him is very effective, even you didn't notice it." Osiris proudly said.

While he was enjoying the blood-red drink, Angelo had already retreated into the corner of the carriage.

He suddenly bit his arm violently, tore off the flesh and swallowed it, and at the same time raised the candlestick from the small table in the corner, and slashed at Osiris!

After eating the flesh and blood, An Qiluo's eyes completely turned blood red according to the devil's standard, a goat's horn protruded from his forehead, and ferocious magic lines covered his cheeks.

Facing this tall ogre that had grown several times in size, Osiris didn't even put down the black tea in his hand.

"Courage is commendable. Your first ancestor would not have dared to do this to me."

The candlestick and the ogre's arm disappeared in an instant, and it roared. The candlestick was only trying to hit the east and west, and his real target was the little prince Osiris was holding.

But before he touched the corner of Luke's clothes, he was directly knocked out of the carriage by a huge force, breaking a dozen trees before stopping.

"You have domesticated a good hound." Osiris looked at the sleeping Luke appreciatively, "Let him go this time."

He got up and tidied up the soft pillow that Angelo had messed up, put the teacup back to its original position, turned the handle of the cup to face the person, and then smiled with satisfaction, turning into a cloud of black smoke and leaving.

Meanwhile, the prince's mansion.

The glass bottle in Lance's hand shattered with a bang.

The author has something to say: remind the character "Osiris" who appeared in this chapter, because I guess everyone must have forgotten him.

In chapters 11 and 12, the vampire that appeared in the lover's manor can manipulate the sacred objects of the dark god, and has been helping Luke get rid of the toxins, trying to help the devil ascend to the throne.

He is a handsome man with purple eyes.