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

The history written by Charlotte,? has appeared in modern times.

The world Luke lives in now is far from modern times in terms of geography, religious beliefs, and power systems. This place does not belong to the history of earth civilization, but another world.

Therefore, the parchment scroll that Charlotte personally wrote the history of the Holy Kingdom cannot be passed down to modern times naturally.

So, who specially brought the parchments to modern times?

Luke felt that the whole thing was full of strangeness.

Including the distant relative who has never met,? And the old house in the inheritance that is exactly the same as the prince's mansion? It's hard to be a coincidence.

To further speculate,? Is there someone who induced him to see the parchment, and then facilitated his time travel...

Perhaps in modern times, there is also a person who has been hiding behind him.

——to monitor him, to manipulate him.

The feeling of being stared at by unknown things is too terrifying,? Luke has shortness of breath, and his hands and feet are cold.

There was a shadow in his field of vision,? He was startled, and his hands frantically pushed away, but fell into a pair of familiar palms.

"Your Highness?" Lance's voice sounded, "What's wrong with you?"

Lance grabbed his back and let his cold body lean against his arms.A tiny amount of holy power rushed into his body, and he checked around and found that everything in his body was normal.

His Highness was just frightened.

Lance quickly scanned the manuscript paper that His Highness was holding before, and the ordinary long poem of praise did not look unusual.

Then why?

"It's so cold." Luke said softly.

Angelo said that he and the little prince are the same person, and Osiris also intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that they have the same soul.

If he is the little prince in history and the tyrant in the future, then the person Lance once imprisoned is himself.

Luke leaned against Lance's arms, his shoulders trembling slightly from the cold.

Then he noticed... This embrace is gradually becoming warmer.

Strange, Luke looked up suspiciously.As far as he knew, Lance's body temperature had always been low.

"I tried to use holy power to speed up blood flow, to create the illusion of strenuous exercise." Lance explained, "This can increase my body temperature."

In order to signal Luke, he accelerated the blood flow again, his neck and face began to flush physiologically, and his heart beat rapidly in Luke's ear.

However, Lance himself didn't know at all—or he didn't mind that the appearance was a little funny, and he said to Luke solemnly:

"That's it. Does Your Highness feel warmer?"

Seeing that his ice-white face turned red rapidly, but his expression was still as restrained as before, Luke couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Stop, you're about to explode." He couldn't help laughing, "I don't want to collect your body."

Seeing that His Highness finally relaxed, Lance raised his brows and eyes softly, and adjusted his body temperature to a normal high temperature.

The bones are strong, the skin is soft, and it has an additional function of regulating temperature than a soft pillow.

Luke nestled against Lance's chest, silently admiring how comfortable the humanoid pillow was.

Did the little prince and Lancelot get along like this?

The former little prince was not strong enough, did not treat Lancelot well, did not lock him firmly by his side, and committed atrocities against civilians.

But now that he is powerful and powerful, he has accepted Lance as a contract knight, and his reputation among the people is gradually improving.

He can meet all Lance's needs, and Lance has no reason to betray him.

So there is no need to be afraid of repeating the same mistakes.

"What happened just now, Your Highness?" Lance's voice was soft and slow.

"...My life is being monitored." Luke said softly, "It doesn't feel good to have a pair of eyes staring at me secretly."

"Surveillance?" Lance was a little puzzled.

His emerald green eyes stared at Luke, as if asking, "Does surveillance mean that I stare at you like this?"

Luke suddenly realized that Lance really liked to stare at him.

Those green eyes were always by his side, like a clingy dog, and Luke rarely saw them looking at anything other than himself.

no the same.he thinks.

Lance always looked at him with concern and tenderness, and if he wanted to control him and make him compromise, it would be sugar-coated with something he couldn't refuse.

Luke had long been used to being within his sight.

Lance is also used to his questions not being answered by His Highness.

Seeing that His Highness had calmed down, he took off his robe for him, changed into his pajamas, and prepared to serve him to sleep.

Luke fell asleep under the quilt, always feeling a bit empty around him.

"Can the holy power create a heat source? It's about the same size as your body just now."

"What does your Highness want to use it for?"

Luke buried his face in the quilt: "I want to hug and sleep."

There was a smile in Lance's eyes: "It will burn, Your Highness."

Luke squinted.

Intuition told him that Lance was lying.Without a substitute, wouldn't it be logical for Lance to replace the "heat source" and roll into his bed?

"Don't you just want to get on my bed?" He said proudly, "It's understandable, after all, my bed is fragrant and soft, even a normal person would want to get on it."

His mind was seen through, and Lance smiled slightly: "Your Highness, I don't have such an idea."

He has no desire to covet the soft bed, he only covets the person on the soft bed.

Luke considered for a moment.

In order not to have nightmares, he needed a bed warmer today, and Lance seemed quite reliable.

"Come on. Here's the reward," he said meanly.

Lance was surprised, His Highness tonight was exceptionally tolerant.

His Highness was wearing a pure white nightgown that he had put on himself, and was squinting at him at this moment, like a vigilant, proud cat that couldn't resist temptation.

—and send him an invitation.

"Bang bang", "bang bang".

Lance found that even without using the holy power, his body temperature was rising with his heartbeat.

His heartbeat was too fast, his usual ease was broken, he even forgot to wear his usual smile, his mind was confused and he didn't know what expression to make, and his facial muscles began to lose control.

In Luke's eyes, it is——

After hearing that he could go to bed, the smile on Lance's face gradually disappeared, maintaining a blank expression.

What is this doing?Dislike him?

Shouldn't it be tremblingly agreeing to come down and kneeling on the ground to be grateful?

Luke's face was annoyed, and Lance quickly recovered from his abnormality, lowered his face slightly, and said, "I...I'm so surprised, Your Highness."

Luke put on a dissatisfied expression of "That's it?"

Lance smiled and said, "I'm flattered."

Luke was satisfied with this.

The little prince had two pillows on his big bed.Luke took one pillow by himself and hugged the other, without any intention of sharing it with Lance.

He didn't make room for Lance either, he still slept in the middle.

After all, the bed was big enough, even if it was just a small corner, it was enough for Lance to sleep peacefully.

They slept in the same quilt, far apart, but gradually connected by warmth.

"Don't betray me, Lance." Luke whispered before falling asleep.

"I swear that I will never betray you. Please rest assured, Your Highness." Lance's voice was sober.

He swore that he would never betray His Highness forever.unless……

Unless His Highness's request separates them.

A night without dreams.

When he woke up, the place where Lance had slept had been tidied up, and only residual warmth remained.

"It's time to get up, Your Highness." He stood beside Luke's bed fully dressed.

Luke got up with a fierce face, but when Lance fetched the clothes, he still raised his arms and let him fiddle with them in a daze.

Half an hour later he woke up completely, and just as he was eating breakfast and reading a book, the king's messenger arrived at the prince's mansion.

There was a lot of nonsense in front of me, but the focus is on the last sentence.

"His Majesty felt that Miss Aphra had both ability and political integrity, and specially bestowed the surname Charlemagne on the king, and named her Princess Aphra. The ceremony will be held the next day."

The hall was silent, and Luke put down the knife and fork with a "clang".

The messenger was taken aback, and he didn't understand why the little prince's face was clouded over the news of great joy.

"Get lost." Luke growled.

The messenger was held up by the guards and thrown out in embarrassment.

Aphra gently put her hand on her brother's clenched fist.

What should come is still here.Luke thought.

Even though he worked so hard, even though he had condensed an irresistible resistance among the nobles, the queen and the palace minister still did not give up their plan to marry Aphra far away.

With a sneer all the way, Luke finished Aphra's princess ceremony.

This means...the queen and the palace minister still have a powerful bargaining chip that can compete with the wishes of the nobles of the whole country.

——Aphra's allied partner, Adorno Horkheimer, the young chief of the Horkheimer tribe of the northern barbarians.

They decided to take a gamble because they affirmed that the young patriarch of Horkheimer would not marry unless Aphra was married, and that if he could not marry the princess, he would go south to invade the Holy Kingdom.

However, Luke has already made preparations for this. He asked Xia Zuo to go deep into the barbarian tribes to obtain information, which was part of the preparation.

If the bet wins, Aphra will get a princess title for nothing;

If he lost the bet, he would lose his sister directly—this was an ending he could never accept anyway.

In history, the scene of Aphra's death in a foreign country frequently invaded Luke's dreams.

One night when he struggled to be woken up by Lance, he realized that he was falling into a nightmare and talking nonsense again.

"May I stay with you by Your Highness?" Lance sat next to his pillow.

"Sit down..." Luke said softly.

The field of vision was illuminated by the beautiful little animals condensed by the Holy Light. They rotated around Luke like a merry-go-round, gradually dispelling the fear brought about by the nightmare.

He felt that Lance was holding a towel, carefully wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

Luke turned sideways, facing Lance, curling himself into a small ball.

"You said... a person who can heal himself, under what circumstances will he die?"

The scrolls never say why Aphra died.It is unimaginable that a person with superb medical skills and [-]% cure disease would die young.

Lance thought for a moment, and said, "When the holy power is exhausted."

"Yes, it must be so." Luke wondered, "But how could it be exhausted?"

Aphra used to release healing techniques day and night, but she never showed signs of exhaustion of her holy power. If she couldn't hold on, she would be mentally exhausted.

But she often treats only one person.

What about a group of people?Tens, hundreds, or even tens of millions of barbarian tribes...

——An epidemic, or a large-scale war, requires a large amount of holy power to heal everyone.

Luke felt that he had guessed the cause of Aphra's death in history.

"Will your holy power run out, Lance?"

"No." Lance replied without hesitation.

Realizing his tone was too sure, he added: "I never run out. They always seem endless."

In fact, Lance never had the concept of "consuming" holy power.It's as if he himself is the source of all the holy power in the world. After using it, the holy power will not decrease, but return to his body in a different way...

He is the endless holy power itself.

"If that is really a disaster that has swept countless lives, I think you can help them, help Aphra, and help me." Luke stared at him.

"I will do my best, Your Highness."

Lance did not give an outright affirmative answer.

He was sure that he could heal His Highness in any situation, but others—he didn't even intend to save himself, let alone save others.

Luke obviously thought of this as well, and his expression was a little heavy.

"Of course this is just speculation. I hope my prediction will never happen." He said.

He couldn't help but wonder why Lance was the "God's Chosen One".

In his mind, the "God's Chosen One" should love the world, atone for mankind with penance, and love the world tolerantly and deeply.

But Lance... Aside from his almost invincible holy power and his pretended gentleness, his attitude towards the human world is very indifferent.

"It's getting late, Your Highness, let's rest first." However, this indifferent God's Chosen One was sitting beside his pillow, with a soft voice, "I will be by your side to dispel your nightmare."

Luke felt his forehead hair being gently stroked, and his headache was being relieved.

Are those chosen by God like this?

The "God's Chosen One" who only treats him well and only saves him?

...it's incredible.

Unbeknownst to Luke, Lance is not invincible.

——At least before Osiris died, he successfully planted a curse in Lance's body.

The curse has always been dormant in his body, it didn't know when it sprouted, and it never disappeared.

At this time, Lance was lying on the dissection table in the infirmary, with silver hair splashing down, allowing Aphra to diagnose the curse in his body.

"Just like your speculation," Aphra said, "This is a curse that magnifies emotions——magnifies emotions in a certain aspect."

"I don't feel anything unusual."

Lance has no expression on his face. Others may think that he is indifferent to others when they see it, but Aphra knows that this is precisely the expression of his trust in familiar people without disguise.

She guessed: "Perhaps what trigger is needed to trigger this curse, such as what event conditions, or who to contact..."

Lance nodded as thanks.

"But are you really sure that the demon is dead?" Aphra thought, "Such a powerful curse, even you can't get rid of it, I can't imagine how powerful that demon will be... say it is the God of Darkness. I will believe it in person.”

"I don't know." Lance said lightly, "The only thing I can do is to protect His Highness by his side. Even if the devil comes back, I can protect His Highness as soon as possible."

He then ordered: "But please don't tell His Highness about this. He is already very tired, and I don't want him to be frightened by it."

"I made him worry." Aphra said sincerely, "Thank you, Lance, for always being by my brother's side."

Speaking of Luke, Lance only showed a little smile on his face.

"No need to thank, this is my wish."

He thought of His Highness's eyes, and then thought of the devil's eyes in Heka Manor.

The devil's eyes are all blood red, and even the Shenghonglin Library has never recorded a devil with purple eyes.

Apart from His Highness, that demon was the only purple-eyed demon that Lance knew.

After being conferred the title of princess, the time for the Horkheimer tribe in the north to come to marry them gradually approached them.

Luke became more dreamy, he no longer allowed his sister to leave the mansion alone, and was often haunted by nightmares after falling asleep at night.

Fortunately, Lance was by his side every time he woke up.

The small couch belonging to Lance in the corner was used less and less, and Luke even wondered if Lance would sneak into his bed every night after he fell asleep.

For his healthy sleep, Lance also thought of many methods for him, such as intense sword fighting exercises, diets that are conducive to sleep, and hot medicinal baths every night.

At night, Luke was soaking in the bathtub, holding a handful of water in his hand, the fragrance of medicinal herbs wafted faintly, and bright red rose petals floated on it.

"Why are there still roses in this season? The flowering period has passed."

Lance said behind him: "Your Highness, I once worked as a gardener in your rose garden."

Luke guessed something, but still asked with a smile, "So?"

"That's why I have rose baths for you all year round and kept them in full bloom."

"waste."

"It's not a waste for His Highness."

"When the flowers wither, forget it." Luke looked up at Lance, "Even if all the roses in the Holy Kingdom wither...don't you still have a rose on your back?"

He didn't have any purpose in saying this sentence, he just felt that the declaration of sovereignty made him very excited, and he felt a little ambiguous after he finished speaking.

Lance looked him in the eyes and leaned down slowly.

"Your Highness already knows."

Got it... know what?

Luke always felt that there was something in his words, and the inexplicable atmosphere now made his blood start to boil, and he was a little at a loss rationally.

At this moment, the bedroom window opened from the outside, and a black figure jumped in.

"Hiss, it's so hot, which guy is so boring that he set up a thick circle of holy magic barrier outside?"

Angelo shook his reddened palm and reported the latest situation:

"Master, Adorno Horkheimer's marriage convoy has arrived..."

He raised his eyes and saw that the little prince and his contracted knight were keeping a close relationship, and they might kiss if they were not disturbed.

"I didn't come at the right time." Angelo grinned wickedly.

Lance maintained a faint smile on his lips, but the glance in his eyes was frighteningly cold no matter what.

"Don't joke," Luke raised his eyebrows and looked at Angelo, "Say."

Lance shook off a large bath towel and covered the entire bathtub, and Luke's underwater body was completely invisible.

Angelo raised his eyebrows.

"Adorno, the young chief of the Horkheimer tribe has arrived at the palace, and the palace minister is hosting a banquet. He wants to see Princess Aphra immediately. I guess the king's messenger is already on the way."

Luke's eyebrows darkened.

He stood up directly and asked Lance to wipe his body: "I will enter the palace now. Aphra will not meet Horkheimer."

"An Qiluo, you are responsible for protecting her. If anyone enters the mansion by force, take her to a safe place for shelter." He solemnly said to the hound boy, "She is no different from my life, and I believe in your ability." .”

"Yes, Master."

"Lance, accompany me into the palace."

Luke took down two swords from the wall and threw one at Lance with sharp eyes.

There is no detailed description of Adorno Horkheimer in the parchment, which shows that Miss Charlotte does not know him.

This person needs to be contacted and understood by Luke himself.

"I'll talk for a while, who is the guy who dares to ask my sister to marry me?"

king's palace.

The goblets that the nobles of the Holy Kingdom used to sip were too petite in the hands of Adorno Horkheimer. He looked at these crystal gadgets like toys, and drank them all in one gulp.

No one dared to laugh at him for not knowing the rules of the Holy Kingdom.

The ministers leaked the news, and many people already knew that the border between the north and the barbarians was not peaceful.The Horkheimer family is the most powerful tribe among the barbarians, and the palace minister obviously intends to make friends with them in order to quell the unrest among the barbarians.

What's more-they have seen the large herds of war horses and furs brought by the allies.

"Where's the princess? Hasn't she arrived yet?" Adorno asked in an exotic tone.

He has a handsome and rough face, with the wolf king's fur around his neck, the longbow is leaning against the table, and the animal skin belt is away from the blade sharpened by the sharp teeth of the beast.

It's different from the ostentation of the noble knights of the Holy Kingdom—it's a real savage monster.

The royal knights are always on the lookout for his every move.

The queen smiled and said, "Princess Aphra was supposed to live with us, but she has an arbitrary brother who has kept her in the prince's mansion. We will take her into the palace as soon as possible to accompany you."

Adorno looked at the princess' "brother" the eldest prince.Dana trembled from being stared at, and the fat on his face shivered like a pig being stared at by wolves.

The queen said quickly: "It's not Dana. It's another one named Luke Charlemagne."

"Luke." Adorno twitched a playful smile when he said the name.

The faint smile disappeared in an instant, and then he returned to normal.

"Is there always a portrait of the princess?" he asked.

The queen signaled the servants to fetch Aphra's portrait.

Hearing that he could see the beauty of the princess, Adorno fidgeted with his fingers excitedly. He drank glasses of wine and couldn't eat meat to his heart's content.

"Young Patriarch really has a deep affection for Her Highness the Princess," said the Queen.

"I have dreamed of him many times." Adorno's eyes were full of piety, "The Oneiroi told me that he will guide my people to the future at the junction of light and darkness."

The Holy Nation believes in the only god "God of Light", and the "Oneiroi" in Adorno's mouth is obviously a pagan belief.The priest coughed lightly in displeasure, but didn't say much.

As for why Adorno used "he" to refer to the princess... it was probably because they did not understand the language and the young patriarch was not good at learning the language.

When Aphra's portrait was brought, Adorno looked at it with full expectation, but the excitement on his face gradually turned to disappointment.

"The princess I dreamed about wasn't her—"

At this moment, there were voices of arguing outside the reception hall, and the gate guards drew their swords, but all voices were instantly suppressed, as if imprisoned by divine power.

The door lock was melted by the golden holy power, the silver-haired paladin pushed open the door, and stepped into the hall alone.

"The door lock of the palace seems to be a bit fragile. I will ask the artisans to make a hundred new ones as compensation."

The arrogant young man's voice sounded, and Luke put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and arrogantly glanced at everyone present.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen—and our dear guest."

He caught the red-haired Adorno Horkheimer at the banquet with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

However, beyond everyone's expectations, Adorno stood up excitedly, and the chair fell to the ground with a loud "clang".

He looked at Luke, his eyes burning with fiery light. "Not the one in the picture."

"—The princess I want is him."

The author has something to say: Luke (draws sword): Looking at my chest will give you another chance to speak humanly.

Lance Doraemon Robot Dog (smiling and tilting his head): The corpse is talking.

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