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

In the dungeon on the ground floor of the mansion, three crossbowmen who were among the guests were escorted up.

The guards tied them to an iron frame with chains, searched away all the sharp weapons and poisons from the prisoners, and then obeyed orders to leave.

It seemed that the little prince was interested in interrogating the thieves himself tonight.

"Lance stay." Luke put down the roster of nobles of the Holy Kingdom, and instantly captured the rigidity of the prisoners.

He smiled, and took a leisurely sip of black tea with thick goat's milk.The young man's lips were slightly raised and melted into the smooth milk tea. He was educated in good court etiquette, and he didn't make a sound during the whole process.

The dungeon was drowned in dead silence, and when Luke put down the teacup, the soft sound of the porcelain was as amazing as the executioner dropping the guillotine.

"As a dungeon, it's too quiet here." Luke commented lightly. "A qualified dungeon should be full of screams, begging for mercy and whimpering. Don't you think so, Lance?"

"This is beyond the scope of my understanding, Your Highness."

After seeing these three people, Lance understood Luke's original intention of taking him to the pleasure den.But this didn't seem to affect his mood, he answered the little prince mildly, as if it was just an ordinary afternoon tea chat.

The three prisoners were less sensible than he.

The calmness of the prisoners came entirely from contempt—it was only a coincidence that the illegitimate son with an empty face just caught them by mistake, and the orphan of Duke Winston was left behind.

But they vaguely realized that something was wrong.

"Rock Oliver, Hardy Partridge, and Wood Duke," Luke reported their names one by one, breaking the prisoners' composure like thunder, "may I call you that? Wen Shi The Duke's most loyal retinue knights."

For a moment there was a shrill clatter of chains, and the prisoners gaped, shock and terror filling their wide-eyed eyes.

Lance leaned over to take out the towel, and carefully wiped off the milk stains from the corners of the little prince's lips, as if the surname Winston had nothing to do with him.

"Be more serious, gentlemen." Luke raised his face slightly, accepting the servant's service, "If you still have unreasonable thoughts, then your crime is not as simple as stealing."

Sophistry has become useless, they were ready to sacrifice themselves at the beginning of the assassination, but it was not in the plan to involve the last blood of the old duke.

——Master Lancelot must be kept, even if the hatred is temporarily suppressed, even if the knight's life and dignity are discarded.

"Master Lancelot knows nothing of our plans," said one of the prisoners.

"Don't you want to hurt your young master?" Luke smiled perfunctorily, "I'm about to be moved to tears by your loyalty."

He changed the subject, "But you need to understand one thing: what is the relationship between you and what you do, it is up to me to decide. If I say 'good words' in His Majesty's ear, I am afraid that Lancelot The young master is about to revisit the old dream of the guillotine for your crimes."

He really does.

This idea popped up in the minds of the prisoners at the same time.

Luke Charlemagne was not easy to mess with.

An ornamental sword encrusted with cumbersome jewels, it can also slit the throat of its prey when unsheathed—even more deadly because of his deceptive appearance.

"Yes, Your Highness." The prisoners completely extinguished their chances, "As long as we don't hurt Master Winston, our lives are at your disposal."

"Your lives are worth less than one of my hounds." Luke leaned back in his seat.He turned the white porcelain teacup boredly, looked up at Lance who had been silent, and asked with a smile:

"Your father's knight can sacrifice his dignity and life for you, Lance, shouldn't you also show it?"

This is Luke's ultimate goal.

What are these stupid knights?What Luke wanted was the allegiance of a future paladin of the Temple.

The bond of slavery is too fragile, and the canonization of the Holy See can easily make it a dead letter—just like what the Holy See did in the original book.

And the oath made under the witness of the God of Light is the truly unbreakable bond.

What Luke planned was the oath made by Lance in the name of the God of Light from beginning to end.

The prisoners finally came to their senses: "Master! Don't do it for us..."

"Before I get bored, shut up. I can kill you all." Luke sneered, "Don't try to commit suicide stupidly. My mansion has the court doctor with the most superb medical skills in the Holy Kingdom. Let you save your lives in the world." Finally, there was the suppressed sobbing that he imagined in the dungeon, but Luke was not happy.

He looked at Lance who was standing with his hands down, examined his just right smile, and examined the usual indifference in his pupils.

Lance's attitude is the most uncertain part of Luke's plan.

Luke, who read through the parchment scrolls, had an understanding of this person's temperament: the future god-king may seem gentle, tolerant, and selfless in love, but in fact he is extremely cold inside.

In the morning he puts a daisy in the girl's temple, and in the evening he can put the daisy in her coffin with the same gentle and decent smile.

Maybe these three lives died tragically before his eyes, and Lance would not blink more.

In him, the coldness of divinity coexists with the warmth of humanity, unless it comes to the old Duke of Winston, he can be said to be as hard as a stone.

What Luke gambled was whether Lance's respect for the old duke could protect his subjects.

He stared fixedly at Lance's eyes, not noticing that his own figure was also reflected in those eyes.

Lance spoke.

"Please spare their lives," he said quietly, "I will obey your wish, Your Highness."

After getting an affirmative answer, Luke breathed a sigh of relief, and a satisfied smile slowly appeared on his face.

"In this case, after the matter is over, I will give them the right to live." He stood up, "However, they still have to pay the price for daring to assassinate me. The punishment is up to you, Lance."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Before leaving, Luke turned to the ashen-faced prisoners.

"I have a question." He asked curiously, "It is the king who has a grudge against the old Duke of Winston, not me. Why do you target me?"

"...for your insult to Master Lancelot," replied one of them.

"Humiliation?" Luke raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps he had humiliated Lance, but these details would not reach the ears of outsiders.

Then the humiliation they mentioned probably refers to... the former noble young master became a servant of the notorious illegitimate son, which itself is a kind of humiliation.

Luke smiled casually, and said to Lance: "There are only a handful of people in the Holy Kingdom who can dance with me. Is this a humiliation to you?"

"It's my honor, Your Highness." Lance said humbly.

Seeing him pretending to be meek, Luke suddenly thought of playing a prank.He hugged Lance's waist intimately, raised his head close to his cheek, and made a small "chirp" sound from his lips.

Of course he didn't touch Lance, but from the perspective of the prisoner, it was a real and sweet kiss.

"Did you misunderstand something?" Luke said to the prisoners with a smile, "It's too late for me to cherish him, how could I deliberately humiliate him."

Receiving the despairing and collapsing eyes of the prisoners, he held back his smile until his shoulders trembled, and left the dungeon contentedly.

The joy of a successful prank was too strong, and Luke didn't notice that the pupils of Lance, who was "kissed" by him, shrank slightly.

It's already the second time.

Warnings of danger have never been more frequent.

Lance silently looked at the little prince immersed in joy, confirming his thoughts.

—Luke Charlemagne, a person he must be vigilant against.

After realizing the danger of Luke, Lance began to hesitate whether he had made the right choice just now.

He knew what the little prince wanted and gave it to him after weighing the pros and cons.

Lance knew the three assassins. One of them, Oliver, went to the monastery when he was a child and secretly taught him knight swordsmanship. The teaching lasted for three months.

Indeed, he didn't want Oliver to die; on the other hand, he also wouldn't have emotional fluctuations because of Oliver's life and death.

Lance knew he was emotionally deprived to a critical extent.In order to conceal his abnormality, he has been trying to behave like an ordinary person, maintaining just the right kindness and amiability.

He managed to hide it from everyone, including the nuns who watched him.

The priest told him self-sacrifice and benevolence, and Oliver taught him chivalry—honor, sacrifice, and gratitude.

The same is true of Lancelot in Luke's impression.

He didn't want to expose his flaws to Luke, and it cost him dearly.

Now that I think about it, this may be an instinct to conceal weakness in the face of danger.

When kneeling on one knee in front of the little prince, Lance felt a rare annoyance.

The instinctive decision bound him to the danger more firmly.He looks down.

"In the name of the God of Light, I, Lancelot Winston, will devote my life to you, His Royal Highness Luke Charlemagne."

The little prince held out his right hand.

This is a one-way contract without any conditions from him.

When Lance touched his fingertips, Luke suddenly said: "I don't care what you think of me in your heart. As long as you are still used by me, the tip of my knife will not point at you."

He stared at Lance, and smiled softly: "You are a superb liar, but fortunately, the contract of the God of Light will not lie."

Lance looked up at him.

The glass-bead-like inorganic green eyes are hidden under the silver eyelashes, just like a dangerous gaze hidden in the clouds, mysterious and beautiful.

Luke loved those eyes, especially when they had to look up to him.

He touched Lance's eyes like a child caresses its own toy.The eyelashes flicked across his fingertips, unable to resist the caress.

— the man was under his control.

Lance bowed his head, his lips lingered slightly above Luke's ring, and finally he kissed him on his fingertips.

The golden rune disappeared into the skin instantly when they touched, and Luke felt a heat flow into his heart.

The contract is done.

An unbreakable bond has been formed, and unless either of them is rejected by the God of Light, then even the gods cannot destroy this bond.

But what happened just now?

Luke looked at the amethyst ring on his right middle finger.

The jewelry on the little prince is not just out of love, almost every piece of luxurious jewelry has a high-ranking giver behind it, and it cannot be easily taken off.

For example, the brooch "Swan Kiss" and the ruby ​​necklace "Lionheart" are gifts from His Majesty the King.

Wearing them symbolizes power and honor, as well as the fact that the relationship between the little prince and someone powerful is still strong.

The ring on the middle finger of Luke's right hand is a ring of ouroboros, with a high snake head, inlaid with an amethyst.

With such an important position, the giver behind the ring must have a close relationship with the little prince.

So why did Lance hesitate to kiss the ring?

He knew the original owner of this ring?

... Or is there something wrong with the ring itself?

On the big red velvet bed, Luke twirled the Ouroboros ring, thinking about it and fell into a deep sleep.

On the ground floor of the mansion, the moonlight penetrated through the small windows, and the snoring of other servants like pigs and sheep could be heard.

After praying, Lance lay on the bed with his arms crossed in the most standard posture, but it was difficult to fall asleep.

One second before he was about to touch the ring, he sensed the breath of black magic.

Thick and vicious, it declares its territorial rights, possesses its owner domineeringly, and anyone who dares to approach it will be torn to pieces by it.

Lance wasn't afraid of it, but caution made him stagger that position, so as not to cause a conflict between the holy power and black magic and expose his own strength.

Luke was right, he was a master liar.

And this lie made it extremely difficult for him to calm down.

In the morning, Abel, the housekeeper, cleaned and changed Luke's clothes.

"His Majesty the King wants to see you today," he said.

Luke uttered an indistinct monotone.

He looks sober, but if you look closely, you will find that those gray-purple almond eyes are filled with mist of confusion.

Last night he had a dream about the memory of the original owner, most of which were scattered and illogical details of life, which made him unable to sleep soundly all night.

The new life brought him too much tension, and even though he faced these challenges with ease, he was still a teenager who was sleep-deprived and confused.

This also caused him not to realize at the first moment that the old butler was wearing a girl's dress instead.

Right now Luke is standing in front of the life-sized mirror, and in the mirror he sees a noble and charming princess with short hair.

The deep collar, puffed sleeves, and the skirt under the slender waist bloom like full flowers, as if all the wealth of the Holy Kingdom is piled up, the brightest gemstone flowers.

When the butler tried to renew his wig, Luke's chest heaved violently, and he growled, "Enough."

He didn't know if the little prince in the original book would be angry about this, but Luke was going crazy.

It was awesome.

He almost forgot that Luke Charlemagne had another title besides "Treasure of the Crown", which was "Flower of the Holy Nation".

Yes, when the future tyrant was young, he still loved to attend various banquets and audiences with the king in splendid attire. ——It’s just that the dress is a gorgeous dress worn by a princess.