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

The sword-giving ceremony for the contracted knights will be held in the main hall the next day.

In the day before this, the recipients will first receive the baptism of the God of Light, and the recipients will need to pray and bless the knight's weapons and armor all night.

Holy water was poured from the top of Lance's head. He lowered his eyelashes slightly, chanting scriptures, and accepted God's purification.

In the holy pool, Lance was wearing a white gown to show holiness, and his body, hair, and skin were all pure white, which reminded Luke of a god.

Chanting hymns came from all directions in the church,? Singing no desire in this world,? No desire for afterlife,? Singing loyalty, chastity and faith to God.

Those songs washed over Luke's mind repeatedly, his chest was tight, and he felt that the whole hall was full of walking corpses.

The walking dead took Lance from him and enshrined him as a pure white idol.

Luke tapped the long table with his knuckles in boredom, and a dissonant note was inserted into the hymn.

Because of this note, Lance raised his eyes under the washing of the holy water.

He looked in Luke's direction, and those emerald green eyes suddenly brought the pure white idol to life.

Luke met the living eyes.

"Please close your eyes." The priest said to Lance.

Lance ignored it.

The holy water was still poured down, wet the eyelashes,? seeped into his eyes,? bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

Lance, however, stared at Luke without blinking.

Luke calmed down, with a smile on his lips, and walked to the holy pool.

The priest shook his head helplessly, put away the holy water bottle, and handed over the holy anointing to him.

Different from other canonizations of knights, contracted knights emphasize the loyalty of master and slave more than loyalty to the Holy See.Therefore, except for the initial baptism, which was done by the priest, the rest of the steps belonged to Luke.

"Your Highness, we will take our leave first," said the priest.

Everyone left the church one after another, leaving only the two of them.

It was raining outside, the raindrops hit the stained glass, the holy candle was burning faintly, and the whole church was so quiet that only the sound of rain remained.

"Your Highness." Lance said softly.

Luke held out his hand proudly to him, and Lance kissed his Ouroboros ring, leading his fingertips out of the sanctuary.

The drenched thin shirt was tightly fitted to his body, and the color of his skin was faintly visible. Luke glanced at it, then lowered his head and opened the holy ointment box.

Inside is a golden-coloured fat with aromas of fragrant cinnamon, calamus and olive oil.

He thought for a moment.

The anointing ceremony is a very private and sacred religious ceremony, and it is also very rare. Only the royal family and contracted knights related to the royal family are eligible to obtain it. Luke has never seen an anointing ceremony before.

Now... want to apply these anointing oils to Lance's body?

"Can you paint it yourself?" Luke was a little embarrassed.

"Anointing by the canonizer is an important part of the contract, Your Highness." Lance looked at him gently.

Gee.

Luke said irritably, "Then what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to help you undress?"

He didn't see a trace of doubt flashing in Lance's eyes.

The anointing ceremony only needs to pour the holy oil from the head and apply the holy ointment to the hair, and does not need to remove the clothes.

What are you doing, Your Highness?

Little do they know that based on Luke's experience of modern people, such a large amount of essential oils should be used to smear the body.It's unimaginable to have a greasy puddle poured over your head.

Although he didn't understand... But Lance took off his thin shirt obediently.

Then His Highness touched it with a hand dipped in ointment.

Lance's body trembled slightly, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.

Luke felt the vibration of the body under his hand, and his movements also stopped.He ignored the slight itching in his heart, restrained himself, and concentrated on applying the holy ointment to Lance.

As the chosen one, every detail of Lance's body is as perfect as the body of a god, so perfect that it becomes a work of art, it is difficult for people to feel blasphemous.

When you apply it, your mood will be calm and peaceful.

Muscles are firm, and the hand feels dense. The cold stone statue has a honey color under the application of ointment, and the body temperature gradually becomes warmer.

Only after painting the upper body, the holy ointment in the box was used up.

"The Holy See is really a miser." Luke said critically, "I won't give more to this kind of thing whose raw material is less than a gold coin."

Lance smiled, with no intention of telling him the truth.

Luke threw off the holy ointment box, wiped the grease from his hands, and saw something he shouldn't have seen in a blink of an eye.

He took a deep breath and turned his back, feeling a little jealous in his heart.

Lance noticed this too.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid." He apologized, "Occasionally this happens to me, as long as you recite the Holy Book, you will be fine soon."

There was no shame in his tone, and he was innocently worried that Luke would be frightened by his "disease", ignorant like Adam in the Garden of Eden who had never eaten the fruit of wisdom.

Living in a monastery since he was a child limited Lance's understanding of normal life.

Naturally, Luke would not be so stupid as to be the snake that tempted him to eat the forbidden fruit.

Given their previous physical intimacy, it would be best for Lance to know nothing.

He also stopped looking at Lance's "recovery status" and walked towards the altar where the knight's sword and knight's armor were enshrined.

As the canonist, Luke needs to worship and pray all night, bless the weapons and armor, and give them to his knights tomorrow morning.

There's something ironic about this - a demon comes to ask the god's blessing for the knight.

"An empty and useless ceremony." Luke sneered. "Ordinary people's blessings have no practical effect at all. Let me pray for blessings? Cursing is almost the same."

"I think this is just an inner hope, a powerful force acting on the soul." Lance said.

"It's just deceiving yourself." Luke said, "The only effect of prayer is to make the prayer mistakenly think that he can be useful, so as to gain inner peace. I don't need that kind of useless comfort."

"That's not the case, Your Highness." Lance said behind him, "Your Highness's expectations and blessings will be the driving force for me to be invincible on the battlefield."

"And this, whether you are a human or a demon, the hope in your heart will not change."

He got down on one knee reverently.

"—Please grant me your blessing."

On the stained glass of the church, the saints kill the devil without desire; while in the empty and quiet church, the chosen one is begging for the blessing from the devil.

"...I see." Luke said.

He noticed Lance's words: "Whether you are human or demon".

He lied to Lance that he was cursed so that he would occasionally succumb, but it seemed that Lance wanted to lift the non-existent curse except at the beginning, and he hadn't mentioned it for a long time recently.

Now that I think about it... maybe Lance already knew that succubi was not a curse.

Knowing that he is a half-succubus, Lance is still loyal to him, rejecting the Pope's olive branch and becoming his contract knight.

It would be a lie to say that Luke was not moved.

"I will pray for you, if it really helps you." Luke stared solemnly at Lance, "From now on, we will be in the same boat through thick and thin."

He looked in the direction of the palace, as if he had passed through layers of iron bars and stone walls, and saw the throne made of iron and blood and inlaid with gold, silver and jewels.

"I will sit there eventually." Luke's eyes were burning, "No matter what I am."

So what if he is a devil?

He has his relatives, friends, loyal subordinates, and he also has Lancelot.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Lance made a vow.

The sword-giving ceremony was held under the watchful eyes of the highest-ranking princes and nobles in the entire capital, as well as the pope and bishop.

Lance put on the armor that Luke had blessed all night. The armor was shiny silver and made a squeaking sound when he moved.

His handsomeness made all the ladies stare at him, and all the nobles admired him.

He clangs across the long red carpet and walks towards the little prince at the end of the long hall.

There were whispers from the nobles on both sides of the red carpet.

"The old duke's son...is worthy...bear the humiliation..."

"It's just a show, this ceremony is simply absurd." Some people said, "The little prince used such a trick to snatch him, making a slave who had never touched a sword an indentured knight."

Another person pierced him: "You are jealous of Lancelot. I heard that you were drunk last night and talked wildly, but you claimed to be the contracted knight of His Royal Highness the little prince."

The young noble knights in that circle all let out low laughter.

The first knight became angry with embarrassment: "Why are you laughing, who doesn't want to be the contract knight of His Royal Highness?!"

The other teased him: "Yes, as the contract knight of the little prince, His Highness will definitely protect you every day and prevent you from getting hurt!"

Another burst of youthful laughter.

They were all present in the duel that day, and they were all impressed by Luke's agility and bravery.

Compared with the big prince who has achieved nothing, the talented little prince is the role model and leader of the young nobles.

As for the old men looking down on the origin of the little prince?Look down on gays?Come on, they don't take that.

They can sacrifice their hearts for the bloody king, but it is not impossible to sacrifice their buttocks for the peerless beauty.

Lu Jia paused the long sword in the hall, and all the voices stopped.

In the main hall where needles can be heard, Luke held a long sword and looked down at his knight from a height.

He had never seen Lance in armor.

Handsome, tall and straight, with silver hair standing high behind his head, there is no need to restrain his sharpness, and his green eyes are sharp and focused, as if he is about to go to the battlefield immediately.

A true paladin.

Luke couldn't help but wonder if Lancelot would look like this when he led the knights through the tyrant's palace gate and walked towards the tyrant on the throne with his sword in the book?

Maybe it was this sword that was aimed at the tyrant's throat.

Luke's eyes sparkled with interest.

Conquering a mighty knight is much more fun than conquering a servant.

He tapped Lance's shoulder three times with the back of the long sword, and deliberately turned the long sword sideways when he stopped, pointing the blade at Lance's neck.

Lance remained motionless, facing the blade with his fragile neck, and recited the oath of the contracted knight.

"I swear to be kind to the weak, I swear to be brave against evil. I swear to fight against all wrongs, I swear to fight for the defenseless...I swear to die for the one I love."*

His clear and upright voice echoed in the main hall.

Then it was Luke's turn to give the indentured knight a proverb.

The proverbs he had recited last night turned around in his mind, and Luke suddenly felt that those words were long and boring.

He opened his mouth, evoking a beautiful smile.

"--you are mine."

Proverbs end.

With a smile on his lips, Luke cast a provocative glance at the Pope.

Stealing people from under the pope's nose, he succeeded.

The Pope still looked kindly, but from the slightly narrowed eyes, Luke caught angry and disdainful gazes.

The prince's smile seemed to take his soul away, and the audience was silent. It took a long time to wake up from the short sentence of admonition that was extremely overbearing and possessive.

A noble girl in the crowd fainted.

The young knight patted his heartbroken companion, and comforted him: "Hey, you really have no chance, no matter how good-looking your ass is, it doesn't matter, I didn't expect what my sister said was true..."

The noble girl who fainted and was carried out was really sick, she fainted because she was too emotional and had bleeding from her nose.

Luke glanced around the princes and ministers, taking a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and finally retracted the blade, inserted it into the sheath, and handed the sword to Lance.

After connecting the swords in both hands, Lance kissed his fingers.

The awarding ceremony of the contracted knight was completed in the confrontation of various thoughts.

Although Lance was exempted from slave status, he had no surname and family, and he still lived with the little prince as usual.

"They said that the same bedroom as the master should be prepared for the contracted knight." Luke leaned on the soft pillow of the carriage, propping his head with one hand.

"No need, Your Highness." Lance said with a smile, "I know this is just a stopgap measure. All food and clothing can be used as usual. I will still serve you as before."

"You're sensible." Luke raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, "But I can still afford the food and clothing of a nobleman—your clothes are too harsh."

"Follow Your Highness's wish," Lance said.

Luke slumped lazily in the pile of soft pillows.

When he left the prince's mansion to go to Shenghonglin Summer Palace, he had his younger sister, Xia Zuo, and servants he knew by his side, so he didn't feel lonely.

In the past few days, he has encountered shocking changes outside, and he has eaten and slept in the open, so he misses his bedroom a little bit.

This is probably the feeling of home.Luke felt warm in his heart.

...The strange thing is that he has never experienced family affection, friendship, and family before traveling, but after traveling for only two or three months, he has experienced all of them.

It was as if this was where he really belonged.

The people in the prince's mansion had already known the news that he was safe and sound. Afra sent a message to him, saying that she was urgently treating Angelo's arm, and the other children in Heka's manor would also be led to the mansion. settle down.

In fact, Lu Keben was also worried that the Dark Temple was connected to the Heka Manor, and what evidence the Holy See would find.

But it is said that after the collapse, it is no different from the ordinary Light God chapel, and the traces of the "Holy Communion" were completely destroyed by those smart teenagers.

Surprisingly, Osiris did a good job of dealing with the aftermath, and there was no risk of Luke's demon identity being exposed.

This made Luke wonder, did Osiris really disappear completely as Lance said?

He passed out at that time, after all, he did not see the scene of Osiris being burned to ashes with his own eyes.

With doubts about Osiris and longing for home, Luke gradually fell asleep.

Lance breathed lightly and didn't bother him.

When the carriage stopped at the prince's mansion, Luke slept soundly, with a pure smile on his face, like a sleeping baby.

Lance gestured "shh" to the servant who opened the door, then gently embraced Luke's neck and knees, and slowly picked him up.

Luke unconsciously rubbed his face into his arms.

Lance felt a little hot in his heart.

He couldn't help but think of the time when he was in Heka Manor - His Highness was weak but still vigilant, and he was stopped by His Highness before he could touch it.

And now His Highness is very familiar with his breath, and can already lie in his arms to sleep peacefully.

At the beginning, Lance was worried that the knight's armor was too cold, or that the sound from the armor would wake His Highness.

But Luke slept very soundly.

So after two days and two nights of looking forward to His Highness's safe return, the servants of the Prince's Mansion saw——

The newly promoted contract knights came wearing silver moons, holding their delicate roses in their arms.

Both appear to be in good health.

The ownerless mansion finally welcomed back their backbone, and the servants sheltered by the mansion finally felt relieved and wept with joy.

It was early morning when Luke woke up.

He turned his head to the side, and Lance was lying on his bedside in a light sleep with his eyes closed, his armor still intact.

When he moved, Lance opened his eyes.

Luke didn't reprimand him for touching his bed, and asked, "Why don't you take off your armor and rest?"

"I'm afraid I'll disturb Your Highness." Lance's voice was hoarse in the morning.

Lance used to wake up before Luke, and Luke was surprised to find that this was the first time he had seen him sleepy.

Lance also didn't rest for two days and two nights. When he just woke up, his face was expressionless and he felt a little dazed.

"Idiot, I won't save you if you're exhausted." Luke couldn't help laughing, "Clean up and go to sleep. I'll ask someone to bring you breakfast later."

Lance softened his face, thanked him with a smile, and got up to help Luke dress and wash.

After getting dressed, Luke first went to Aphra—or Angelo, who Aphra was treating.

The black-haired boy was stuck in the big bed in the guest room, a small pale one with his eyes closed weakly.

His right arm was swallowed by Qi Gen, and now he has regained his human form. Under Aphra's healing technique, new bones, meridians and flesh are being reborn in the empty place.

That took a lot of his energy and stamina.

Seeing Luke's arrival, Aphra hugged her brother tightly, and the joy in her eyes was beyond words.

When she left, she patted Luke's hand and whispered: "You can accompany him. His mental state is not very good."

Demons are creatures of desire, and a demon who loses his desire is not far from death.

Luke nodded.

He sat down beside Angelo's bed and said, "Don't pretend to be asleep. I know you're awake."

The eyeballs under An Qiluo's eyelids rolled, but he didn't open them.

"I didn't know my hunting dog was so fragile." Luke sneered, "Isn't it because he can't beat other demons? I can't even beat them. You still want to get benefits from him, are you looking down on me? "

"No!" An Qiluo opened his eyes, saw Luke's smile, and knew that the master was not angry, but just lying to him.

Luke flicked his head and said with a smile: "Look, am I doing well? You did your best, and you were wounded bravely. There is no need to feel guilty about it."

"But I didn't protect you well."

"You're good enough, Angelo." Luke grabbed his intact other hand. "You're the best child I ever raised, and I've always appreciated your allegiance."

An Qiluo held his hand, tears streaming down his face, sniffing his nose and pursing his lips, forcing his tears back.

He was actually a little younger than Luke.

"Can you tell me about your past with the little prince?" Luke said softly.

"Why do you say that?" Angelo said nasally, "You are the little prince, Luke Charlemagne, even if you lose your memory, it will not change this fact."

Luke was surprised.

"...Did you already know?"

Angelo pursed his lips: "When you were late last month, I stayed with the master much longer than Lance, but you forgot."

Luke heard a story from Angelo's narration.

The dark-haired kid was born into a poor family of six children whose father beat his mother regularly, and during one of the beatings, his mother suddenly transformed into a giant ogre that ate his father and nearby many humans.

The child and his siblings survived, as children of half-demons, branded with the mark of a skull on the back of their hands.

"Before the master came, my brothers and sisters had been purified by the holy light. The priest in charge of the execution said that I was too young to become a demon, and asked the monastery to find an ordinary method to execute."

"I was very hungry. They were afraid that I would eat people, so they tricked me into eating a lot of stones. After I was full, my stomach hurt even more..."

"Someone fed me food."

"It was the most delicious food I've ever had in my life, but I swear I'll only eat that once in my life."

Listening to Angelo's narration, Luke seemed to have guessed something.

"What I ate was the flesh and blood of my master." Angelo said, "Then I turned into an ogre, spit out those stones... and got a new life."

"You are the one who brought me back to life."

"So, you are the god I want to protect with my whole life and soul."

After saying the last word, a teardrop dropped from the corner of the boy's eyes.

Luke froze.

The young little prince saved a little devil with his own flesh and blood.

Perhaps the little prince knew that he was a half-succubus, so he gave the same half-demon Angelo sympathy?

But his foreign soul has occupied the body of the little prince, using the favor that the little prince gave Angelo——

"Master, is he still hesitating about his identity?" Angelo said, "You are the little prince. It's absolutely true. My sense of smell can't be wrong."

"I see." Luke said dubiously.

He turned to An Qiluo, and said solemnly: "Then you should get better too. If you want to repay your kindness and loyalty, you should do it with all your heart and soul. No matter you win or lose, no matter what the result is, you can't give up on yourself easily."

"Yes. Yes, my master." Angelo said.

By the time Luke left, the hound boy looked much better.

Until he completely recovered, he would stay in the prince's mansion.

Angelo was not a special case—because the Heka manor was half destroyed by the bombing of Lance's holy power, all the teenagers in the manor temporarily lived in the prince's mansion, waiting for the manor to be fully repaired before being sent back.

There were a total of 52 "lovers", large and small. It happened that Luke eliminated the servants sent by various forces as eyeliners, and those teenagers volunteered to fill the vacancies.

As for the remaining teenagers, Luke found a new job for them—handling the "gift" sent by Xia Zuo Cecil from the north.

"Grow them."

Luke raised his jaw and pointed towards the three woven bags stacked in the garden.

The teenager untied the woven bag and found some oval, light yellow tubers with roots and soil inside.

Most of them came from poor farming families before they became slaves, and they knew how to grow crops, but they had never seen this kind of plant.

"Your Highness, is this the root of a flower?" one of them asked.

"That's right, they will produce very beautiful white and pink flowers." Luke laughed, "But the greater role is in its rhizomes. These tubers are edible, and they are also edible in the cold and barren land in the north. can be planted."

The land in the north is poor, and it is almost impossible to grow crops. They rely on hunting and fishing for a living. When they are in trouble, they can only plunder the towns on the border of the Holy Kingdom, or sail south to invade other southern countries.

The lack of farming was the main cause of the war in the north - and now His Highness says, can these edible tubers be grown in the north? !

Arabian Nights.

— In fact, these tubers are modern potatoes.

Before Xia Zuo left, Luke gave him a long list, describing the crops that are owned by modern times but not found in the Holy Kingdom. Many plants and animals in the two worlds are different, and Luke just had the idea of ​​trying his luck.

Unexpectedly, Xia Zuo really bumped into one of the most important ones.

When several sacks of potatoes arrived in a hurry, Luke picked some for the cook to cook, and the taste was similar to modern potatoes.

In short - with potatoes as a bargaining chip for trading with the northern barbarians, Aphra's safety factor has increased again.

"So, what are the special requirements when these stems are planted?" asked the teenagers, holding the stems that can bring peace.

Luke thought for a while, then fell silent.

The teenagers thought their master was angry, until they saw the lovely light pink on the cheeks of their little prince.

Oh, I'm embarrassed because I don't know.

That's right, His Highness is a prince, his body is clean, fragrant and soft, he should be cared for by nature, how could he come into contact with filthy soil and fertilizer?

The teenagers smiled kindly from the bottom of their hearts, and said respectfully on their faces:

"We will refer to the method of planting flowers and plants, and try different methods to test the best planting method. Please rest assured and leave it to us, Your Highness."

The teenagers have since had a secret job that only Luke knows about.

Thinking of those beautiful boys who shuttled through the garden and the mansion, Lance mistook salt for sugar several times when making desserts, and Luke almost spit it out after biting down.

Then there was another thunderous punishment, followed by Lance's atonement.

At the same time, Belloc and Miss Charlotte were also invited to live in the prince's mansion.

The two of them, the Charlemagne brothers and sisters, Lance, and the daily potato test dish made the table very lively every day.

The days passed peacefully, and Luke rarely took a few days off, and occasionally took Lance to paint in the garden, and fell asleep while painting.

Once when he was sleeping in the flowers, he heard the maids singing poems he had never heard before, so he called them to ask.

Luke listened to the complete long poem from them. The style of the poem is simple and grand, describing how a young hero defeated the enemy in a duel and upheld justice.

"The protagonist of the poem is based on you, Your Highness." The maids' eyes sparkled, "The heroic deeds of Your Highness in the Gaza Arena have spread throughout the Holy Kingdom."

Luke raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The little prince has always been famous among the people - although mostly derogatory fame.But from the rumors heard in the arena last time, his reputation seems to have improved unintentionally.

This provided Luke with a new inspiration: it might be a good decision to start with folk reputation.

And this catchy long poem publicized his victory in the duel more widely and far-reachingly. After word of mouth, it even affected outside the holy capital.

Excellent poets are always the ones who lead the tide of public opinion.

"Who wrote this long poem?"

Luke intends to win over the poet and make him serve him.

"Hyman, Your Highness."

Hyman?

Luke felt familiar, thought for a while, and suddenly froze.

Isn't Heyman the famous author of the bloody romance novel "The Servant of Love"? ?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a maid continue:

"I think Mr. Heyman must admire you very much. He recently published an updated version of "The Servant of Love."

Another maid hurriedly elbowed her to signal her not to talk too much.

The maids in the entire prince's mansion regarded "The Servant on Mesmerizing" as a meal replacement for His Royal Highness the little prince, and they couldn't help but equate the two.

Dare to publish an updated version?

Luke raised his legs and gave a dangerous smile.

OK, very good.

Before asking him to settle the account of causing his own death, this "Mr. Hyman" hit the gun himself.

If the person behind the pseudonym "Heyman" is not revealed, his surname is not Charlemagne!

The author has something to say: the oath of "*" in the article has a reference network.

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"National Teacher He Is a Sick Beauty" Author: Twenty-Four Copper Coins

There is a national teacher in Dachu named Shen Ci, who is an out-and-out courtier who controls the royal family, manipulates the puppet emperor, and covers the sky with one hand.

In the end, she was shot through the heart by the little emperor Chu Lang at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and ended up being scolded by later generations.

In the new life, Shen Ci returned to the month before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, so he decided to resign, and he quit as the national teacher.

He sent the letter of resignation and the golden seal of the emperor to the palace,

In the end, he was torn apart by Chu Lang.

Not only that, Shen Ci couldn't even get out of the palace gate, the little emperor put him under house arrest in disguise, watching him every day.

Until one day the little emperor attacked him, the national teacher and emperor teacher, Shen Ci finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Maybe you don't know it, but there is indeed a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred between us."

In his previous life, Chu Lang didn't listen to Shen Ci's words, and mistrusted others. Not only did he kill Shen Ci, but he also lost his own life.

His obsession was too deep to be reborn, and he swore he would never trust anyone again, but only needed to trap Shen Ci by his side and find out the truth of his previous life.

However, he was trapped and trapped, and found that Shen Ci did not intend to be the throne as in his previous life, but was as cute as a little fox.

It wasn't until that person finally escaped from his side that he realized that he had sunk.

He took it seriously and couldn't do without Shen Ci.

What follows belongs to this article!

A small theater that is not OOC:

Lance: So I only knew His Highness for two or three months?I feel like I've loved him for three lifetimes =w=

I wrote a paragraph? Sand sculpture? Plot, because it does not conform to the style of the main drama, so I put it here.

It is said that the 52 beautiful boys performed their duties, which won Luke's satisfaction.

"They are much more considerate than my former servants, Lance." Luke praised as he walked, "They won't gossip and won't be lazy—see, how clean is this floor?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said calmly.

But he thought in his heart, why he didn't take care not to collapse the manor when he killed the demon, or even destroyed the whole manor if he went too far—God of Light, forgive him for his radical thoughts.

After all, he was dazzled by anger and got himself a rival in love with a whole manor.

Lance thought hard about the remedy.

So when Luke walked into the hall the next day, he was dazzled by the magnificent floor.

Really clean to reflective.

Before his arrival, Lance used holy power to clean the entire area of ​​dust, and finely repaired all the tiniest cracks, making each floor tile smooth to perfection, comparable to the most precise mirror.

Floor tiles that are too perfect are always extraordinarily smooth.

Dazzled by the mirror-like floor tiles, Luke instinctively took a step back, slipped on the soles of his feet again, and fell to the ground with a "slap".

Fortunately, Lance hugged his upper body at the critical moment, which saved him from shattering his tailbone.

Luke was pulled by his arms, raised his face and let out a roar.

"—Lance, look what you've done!"

Lance: Your Highness QAQ yelled at me, is the floor not clean and smooth enough?

Luke (turning the table): Clean enough for ice skating! !