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

"The princess I'm going to marry—it's him."

Adorno looked straight at Luke.

Luke frowned suspiciously, and looked around to make sure that there was no one else Adorno was referring to.

Then he raised his eyebrows high.

The banquet fell into dead silence, only the king was still feasting,? completely unaware of the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Luke is indeed prettier than all the princesses." He thought he had made a good joke.

But no one answered.

Even the queen opened her mouth in astonishment—she noticed that Adorno looked serious,? Apparently the "princess" she had been expecting before was not Aphra,? but Luke himself.

absurd.

Luke sneered.

What he hates most is being treated as a woman.

Did this barbarian hear about his title of "Flower of the Holy Nation", and deliberately insult him with it?

Just when he was on the verge of rage, a gentle voice came from behind.

"His Royal Highness Luke Charlemagne is one of the crown princes of the Holy Kingdom, and he is not someone who can be humiliated—even less someone who can be married."

Lance walked up to Luke while talking, his tone was much colder than usual, rare and severe.

"Humiliation? I have no intention of humiliation." Adorno was puzzled, "I came here this time to marry the leader of my clan, why not?"

Thanks to Lance's buffer, Luke's burning anger had time to calm down,? It wouldn't erupt the volcano on the spot,? Destroying the whole situation.

——Promoting to a contract knight is still somewhat beneficial, at least he can speak for him openly without being criticized.

Luke glanced at Lance with admiration,? Then looked seriously at Adorno.

"As you can see, I am a male, the prince of the Holy Kingdom." He maintained good etiquette, "There is no custom of dating between men and women in the Holy Kingdom, and I never marry a prince. I hope you can respect our Habit."

Adorno said in surprise: "In our tribe, men who like each other can form a bond, just like men and women."

"A novel custom." Luke said with a smile.

Of course he couldn't have a damn "flirting" or a damn "bond" with a man he just met, although he was trying to pretend to be friendly.

So in the eyes of others, this scene showed that the little prince and the young patriarch Horkheimer got along very well.

The queen showed a stiff smile: "Then Princess Afra is..."

Luke interrupted her: "It seems that the young patriarch is not interested in Princess Aphra. Let's not mention the marriage for now,? Shouldn't we celebrate the arrival of the young patriarch Horkheimer tonight and clean up for him?"

"Exactly. We should get to know each other first, and then talk about other things." Adorno signaled the tribal warriors sitting next to him to make room, "Come, let's talk while eating."

As long as Afra is not taken away, they have something to say.

Luke was invited to sit next to Adorno.

Lance stood behind him with his sword pressed.

Adorno and the other nobles looked at Lance strangely.

Only then did Luke realize that something was wrong: after becoming a contracted knight, Lance was already a nobleman, and he could participate in the king's dinner, instead of guarding himself like a slave like this now.

"You don't have to serve me, go and enjoy the food." Luke said tolerantly.

"I want to be by your side, Your Highness." Lance said lightly.

That is not hungry.

"As you like." Luke turned back.

He didn't seem so indifferent - Luke vaguely felt that since entering this hall, Lance's usual gentle atmosphere had condensed.

Especially now, standing behind him and exhaling the air-conditioning, it's like a humanoid ice sculpture.

With the keenness of Adorno's beast, he naturally noticed this.

"he is?"

"My contract knight, Lance."

"Contract?" Adorno narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, the only knight." Luke explained, "but it has nothing to do with the men and women in Horkheimer's tribe."

Only then did the barbarian young patriarch smile again.

"Call me Adorno, Luke."

Luke was not used to being called by his first name, it would make him feel offended.However, this barbarian temperament is straightforward, harmless, and barely tolerable. "Adorno." He also called the other party's name directly.

Lance leaned over to cut the steak for him, and the tender juice was squeezed out from the meat piece under the silver knife, spreading on Luke's smooth porcelain plate.

Luke picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and habitually raised his face, allowing Lance to wipe the corner of his mouth.

It's just the most common actions of servants serving their masters, but there is a special atmosphere of intimacy when they are put on them.

The other servants tactfully avoided the little prince and his contracted knight, feeling astonished in their hearts.

The image of knights in their hearts is noble, proud, and in charge of the life and death of civilian slaves.

And wouldn't it be humiliating to serve others so humbly like this silver-haired knight?

But Lance took it for granted.

Luke was used to this, too.

It's just that when Lance approached him, he couldn't help recalling that the first person to call him by his name was not Adorno, but Lance.

What followed was the throbbing moment in Lance's heart when he called him "Luke" on horseback.

Luke lost his mind for a while because of this, he even smelled the indistinct aroma flowing from Lance's body, and he didn't return his attention to the negotiation until Adorno called him.

They chatted about customs and customs of the two places and court anecdotes. During the dinner, the queen wanted to intervene many times, but after a sentence or two, they got back to Luke's topic.

The queen gritted her teeth secretly.

This ally that her brother had tried so hard to find was easily drawn to the side of the bastard - just because of that overly pretty face.

But with a woman's intuition, that barbarian has no good intentions towards bastards.If that pretty bastard had missed even the slightest bit, she would have made him a laughing stock in the entire history of the Holy Nation.

As night fell, the mission of the Horkheimer tribe swept away all the food on the table and prepared to rest in the guest bedroom of the palace.

At parting, Adorno and Luke clinked glasses for the last time.

"I still want to know more about this country. Can Luke be my guide here?"

Luke was slightly drunk: "Of course."

Adorno smiled and said, "I will go to you tomorrow morning."

They exchanged a few words, and Luke took Lance out of the palace.

Lance closed the door of the carriage, leaving only the master and the servant in the private space.

In order to socialize with Adorno, Luke drank a lot of wine. As soon as he entered the car, he was completely drunk, lying lazily on the pillow, his eyes were slightly hazy.

He didn't notice Lance's unusual silence, and started the conversation first.

"Adorno was beyond my expectations ... but the situation is better than before."

"He has ulterior motives for His Highness," Lance said coldly.

"It's better to be suspicious of me than my sister. At least the religion and laws of the Holy Kingdom can protect me from being 'married' by a man." Luke smiled nonchalantly, "I'm a man, but how can I be married by him?" You can't take advantage of it."

"He shouldn't have any covetous heart."

"Adorno simply believed in a few pagan dreams that I could save his tribe. He trusted me and felt close to me, which is very good—negotiations are easier with friends than with enemies. "

After coming for a while, Luke realized that Lance did not respond to him as usual, Luke frowned displeased.

"Don't you think so, Lance?"

Perhaps because of his slight drunkenness, Lance's figure in his field of vision was very vague, stuck in the darkness, as indifferent as a statue.

"I'll get him out as soon as possible." Lance still replied in short, cold sentences.

Luke looked at him, a beautiful smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips.

He propped his head up with one hand, fiddled with his forehead hair with his tail fingers, and put his legs casually between the pillows, revealing half of his fair calf, like a lazy sea monster.

"You're not worried, I'll elope with him, right?"

he said half jokingly.

The other party did not reply.

Luke smiled. After being drunk, his desires were not controlled by reason, and he always wanted to do some inexplicable things that he would not do normally.

"Lance, I'm drunk, come here and lean on me."

Lance sat down obediently, resting his head on his lap.

"Lance, I have a headache, touch it for me."

The little devil on his lap demanded again.

So Lance stroked his hair with his hand, combing his hair with a gentle healing technique.

"It's so cold. Heat it up." Luke's mouth and nose smelled faintly of the wine.

His tone was soft, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, more like acting like a baby than bossing around.

Then the coquettish cat twitched the tip of its nose lightly, smelling the servant's scent, and showed a fascinated look under his hand.

"It smells so good...it's always been there just now. I keep seducing me, and I can't get my heart out of chatting with others." Luke seemed a little annoyed.

He slowly raised his eyelids, revealing half of his fangs on his lips.

"As an apology for seducing me... Lance, I'd like some snacks tonight."

Tonight is not a seven-day eclipse, he has not turned into a succubus, hunting is not necessary.

——It’s just that the prey is too tempting, it’s just that he is a little greedy.

Tonight, however, his quarry did not obediently offer blood.

Lance ran his fingers through his hair, brushing the backs of the succubus' rosy eyes with his thumbs.

"I have no choice, do I? Your Highness." He said indifferently.

Luke squinted his eyes like a suspicious cat, always thinking that Lance had something to say.

Is there "no choice" whether to provide blood, or is there no choice to do something else...?

Luke didn't like that Lance rejected him, but this kind of Lance seemed very ascetic, which aroused his desire to conquer instead.

He sat up, his fingers hooking Lance's jaw.

"Are you throwing a tantrum at me?"

"I dare not, Your Highness."

It was clearly displeased, and displeased for him.

Luke admired this cold handsome face with satisfaction, and his emotions were fluctuating because of himself.

He leaned closer and sniffed lightly—is this smell jealous?

"Because of Adorno? Are you jealous of him?"

Lance's pupils shrank slightly, and for a moment he thought that His Highness had discovered his thoughts that should not be known to others.

He looked closely at those purple eyes, but he only found the brilliance full of interest, which was the same as usual.

Relieved, and... lost.

"Don't worry, you will always be my favorite prey." Luke said with a smile, "If you try harder to please me, maybe you will be the only prey?"

The final coda is softly provoked, releasing temptation.

He thought it was just simple, prey jealousy.

Lance lowered his eyelashes to hide his dark eyes.

He took out the syringe for drawing blood from under the compartment of the drawer of the small carriage table, and inserted the silver needle into the blood vessel in his elbow.

The bright red blood was drawn out and handed over to Luke.

Luke always felt that those things were not as attractive as when they were in Lance's body—he took a sip slowly, his face changed slightly, and he covered his mouth.

so bitter.

The bitter rust smell hit his sense of taste, and Luke was so drunk for a moment that he woke up from the bitterness, only to feel that the stupid things he did just now were asking for trouble.

He gradually discovered that Lance's smell was related to emotions, so when the blood was drawn just now...

"If you said that you just drew blood with the idea of ​​killing me, I would believe it." He sneered.

"How could it be, Your Highness." Lance smiled.

"Then how does that explain the smell of blood?" Luke eyed him dangerously.

"I'll prove it to you."

Luke was still wondering how he was going to prove it, but suddenly his face was held, his lips were forced to open and he ate something else.

The bitter bloody smell was gradually licked away, replaced by a strong sweet smell.

Well, this is how his little cake should taste.

Luke ingested the sweet fragrance, thinking in a daze.

The carriage stopped at some point.

"It's time to get off, Your Highness Luke."

Luke didn't wake up until someone knocked on the car window. He fled Lance immediately, fearing that someone would see the scene just now.

Fortunately, the closed curtains were drawn.

Smelling the strong smell in the carriage, Luke felt that he was really crazy, how dare he do such outrageous things outside...

Lance was quite calm, he packed up the blood collection equipment in an orderly manner, tidied up the messy interior of the car, and then opened the car door for him.

As if nothing had happened.

Luke glanced at him, and didn't mention the "proof" in the carriage.

Early the next morning, Adorno Horkheimer arrived as scheduled.

When the guards came to report, the teenagers of Heka Manor were reporting to Luke the situation of the potatoes growing in the garden.

Those teenagers were full of shock at seeing a miracle, but Adorno had already stepped into the dining room very casually, so Luke had no choice but to stop them talking and signaled them to talk later when there was no one else.

"Good morning, my friend." Luke got up and said, "You came at the right time, and you are welcome to join the Holy Kingdom's breakfast."

Adorno spread his arms, which is a common embrace gesture among northern barbarians.

And Luke has already gained a lot of experience from Xia Zuo's bear hug. When Adorno hugged him, he sat down straight away and let him hug him very "coincidentally".

"Come and enjoy the food." He smiled naturally.

Luke continued to eat, and suddenly looked around as if he remembered something.

Where is Lance?

There was no one around him, and there was no one behind him, which made him very uncomfortable.

At this time, the maid came to the table with a small basket of snacks, distracting Luke's attention.

He gave a smile.

Baskets hold golden sticks that emit heat, and come with two saucers, one red and one white.

Adorno curiously picked one up and bit it in his mouth.

The golden strips are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the inside is sandy and soft. When tasted carefully, it has the fragrance of a plant, but it feels more full from vegetables.

"What is this?" Adorno asked in amazement.

Luke was amused to see that these high-calorie fast foods, which he seldom ate before time travel, were being eaten by Adorno as delicacies.

"French fries. The culinary product of potatoes."

He picked one up as he answered, dipped some imitation tartar sauce into his mouth.

The taste was unexpectedly happy——Before crossing, Luke had to follow a nutritious diet due to physical reasons, and was forbidden by a nutritionist to eat inferior fried foods, and he only tasted French fries once or twice.

This was followed by mashed potatoes, hash browns and spiced potato wedges.

The same delicious, but can not see the raw materials.

Adorno almost forgot to eat meat.

"I really hope that my people can also eat these delicacies!" He said exaggeratedly, "I feel that my whole body is full of strength. Isn't this really what fell from the cattle and sheep?"

Luke responded with a polite smile, scrutinizing his expression.

"The Holy Kingdom is really a fertile land for milk and honey." Adorno praised from the bottom of his heart.

Beneath that amazement lies a greedy light.

Luke had no doubt that if he just put down the bait and allowed Adorno to leave, the barbarians would soon invade the Holy City—in search of this miraculous plant.

but……

"Even if you search the entire Holy Kingdom, you won't find this kind of thing." Luke laughed. "In fact, this plant was accidentally discovered by my friend from the northern tribe."

Under Adorno's surprised gaze, he continued: "They were originally grown in the barren and cold north. They are easy to survive, easy to store, and a small amount can satisfy hunger. With it, it will be much easier for your tribe to survive the winter."

The longing in Adorno's eyes grew stronger: "Luke, can you tell me what a 'potato' looks like?"

Luke swallowed a mouthful of milk unhurriedly: "Don't worry, winter is still a long time away, and I'm still exploring their growth conditions, breeding high-quality varieties, and increasing production."

He whetted Adorno's appetite.

He smiled: "If we have a 'good negotiation' and can cooperate for a long time, then 'Potato' will be a great gift from me."

It is more important to marry the princess or to save food for the tribe for the winter. I believe this young patriarch can make a clear choice.

"...I am looking forward to it." Adorno said.

His voice was solemn and thoughtful, and his attitude towards Luke was a little more serious than before.

Because Luke has caught what Adorno wants.

"I hope you will be satisfied with my carefully prepared meal." Luke stood up, "Do you want to visit our church next?"

Those majestic and magnificent buildings can prove the wealth and strength of the country, deter visitors and generate a heart of worship.

"We have different beliefs."

"You don't have to obey the etiquette of the church, it's just for visiting and enjoying."

"Forget it." Adorno directly rejected him, brows raised uprightly: "Compared with the church, I want to see the prestige of the Royal Knights. I think the king will agree to a friendly exchange game, right? "...Of course." Luke smiled.

Rejecting Adorno's request again would appear to be cowardly.

This barbarian young patriarch is not as straightforward as he looks, he wants to overwhelm the Holy Nation in martial arts.

I hope those guys from the knight order can save some face...

Luke's hopes were utterly delusional.

Adorno has the keen intuition of a beast and the power of a monster. The Royal Knights have been defeated by him one after another, and Adorno seems to have just warmed up.

"You are not serious enough." He took off his clothes, revealing his muscular upper body, "Please send a stronger opponent and take my challenge seriously."

More formidable opponents—the Knights all set their sights on Luke.

A knight whispered in Luke's ear, "The head of the regiment set out to inspect the king's royal road this morning, and there are three more knights returning to the fief. Look, Your Highness..."

It was His Highness Luke who defeated Knight Will in the arena. His Highness is a well-deserved master of swordsmanship recognized by the Knights.

However, Luke knew that Will Knight should not have won that duel so easily. His easy victory was entirely due to some kind of luck and the opponent's abnormality.

——But this crushing farce really should be brought to an end.

"I'll fight you." Luke stepped forward.

In terms of diplomatic etiquette, Adorno will not hurt him heavily.No matter what the result of this competition is, the Holy Nation has shown enough sincerity for a prince to fight.

Adorno's eyes fell on him with interest, showing full anticipation.

Luke looked at him, and just as he took the rein and was about to get on the horse, a cold hand covered his hand.

"Your Highness, I will fight."

Luke turned his head, and Lance, who had been missing all morning, appeared in front of him.

He looked windy, with slightly disheveled hair, wearing a servant's trousers, and the corners of his boots were still covered with mud.

Luke withdrew his scrutiny, and raised a mocking arc on his brows: "You look like this, I thought you changed your career to become a farmer."

Lance smiled and didn't retort.

"Your Highness, excuse me for being late." He said gently.

"Hmm." Luke raised his chin, not wanting to show that he cared too much, "So, you finally remembered to fulfill your duty as a contract knight?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Please give me this chance." Lance saluted as a knight with one hand on his chest.

It has to be said that Lance appeared at the right time.

Luke was a little worried just now, but now he suddenly has nothing to worry about.

Because he knew that no matter how powerful the opponent was - his Lance would always be invincible.

Luke threw the sword in his hand to Lance, showing a confident smile.

"Give him armor."

The knights looked at each other, and then at Lance, who was dressed as a servant, with a look of confusion.

Who among the nobles doesn't know that Lance's title of contract "Knight" is entirely due to the fact that His Royal Highness the little prince and the Holy See have robbed him, so he has to give it to him?

It's better than the holy power, but it's better than the knight's swordsmanship--is their little highness lost their minds and crazy?

The knights hesitated and did not come forward, but Lance said instead, "You don't need to wear armor. I just need His Highness's sword."

"There are still horses." Luke patted "Evil Spirit" on the horse's neck.

Then he looked at Adorno.

"The prince's contracted knight is going to fight, our attitude is serious enough. So, please take this competition seriously."

Lance needs a strong opponent to add to his icing on the cake.

It should also be shown to those nobles who don't have long eyes. If he, Luke, has a dog—then it must be the best dog.

On the horse, Adorno looked down at his opponent.

Adorno tried to find some frivolous emotions, such as vanity and contempt, in the eyes of the indentured knight who had behaved in every way like a servant who was favored and proud. Now this servant was fighting him without armor.

However, Lance's eyes were quiet, only seriousness, and the confidence to win.

"That's better than 'riding and archery'." Adorno dared not despise his opponent any longer, "Who in the Northern Wilderness knows that the Horkheimer tribe's young chiefs have never failed to shoot arrows, and I will use my best skills to respect me opponent."

Lance got on his horse.

At the beginning of the competition, Adorno rode his horse to charge, looking for the opponent's flaws with his eyes like an eagle.He was thinking about how to chop the sword, but suddenly touched the cold edge on his neck.

The sword in Lance's hand had stopped by his neck.

Adorno showed an expression of disbelief.

It must be that he didn't play well.

"Again!" he roared.

Lance withdrew his sword, Adorno watched his movements closely, and attacked again.

After two rounds, Lance's sword stopped on the side of his neck again.

Cold sweat dripped from Adorno's forehead.

The sword always approached his vitals without anyone noticing, and every time it stopped right in front of his neck, any more points would hurt him, and one point less would not be enough threat.

The strength is controlled just right, like a precisely calculated instrument.

"Again!" Adorno yelled unwillingly.

And the next time he noticed—Lance used the sword move he had used before.

Reproduced, improved, more precisely reproduced perfectly.

Adorno's power is useless.Even if he encountered Lance's sword in the confrontation, he could feel that the opponent was as stable as a rock and could not be shaken by brute force.

The royal knights who watched were stunned.

And they discovered...the sword technique used by His Royal Highness Luke in the duel before had a bit of Lance's shadow.

"Of course, he is my swordsmanship teacher." Luke folded his arms easily, not looking surprised at all, "You don't think I'm the kind of person who randomly recruits contract knights?"

They really do think so.

Luke proudly said: "My contracted knight must be the best."

Lance's sword is elegant and steady, which is completely different from those violent and head-on stupid bears, which is very in line with Luke's aesthetics.

Lance is a person... no matter where he fits his aesthetics.

After so many times, Adorno was completely subdued by Lance's sword.

"I admit defeat." He said regretfully.

The holy country's swordsmanship is exquisite and profound, and it really is not something he can challenge.he thought with admiration.

Suddenly, a laugh appeared in his mind.

"Is this defeated by the heretics?" The voice was elegant and magnetic like a cello, "Relax, I'll help you."

As the voice sounded in his mind, Adorno felt drowsy for a while, and closed his eyes obediently.

Lance noticed something, his pupils shrunk.

The edge of the sword was slammed apart, and immediately after, Adorno under his sword seemed to have changed into a different person. The wind of the sword was violent, like a giant meat grinder, swinging towards Lance.

—Adorno's eyes turned purple.

There was also a mocking smile on the corner of his lips.

Then Lance saw the purple-eyed barbarian cast a malicious look at Luke.

Lance's heart constricted, and he turned to block Luke's front.However, the black horse raised its hooves crazily as if frightened by a demon, and it was extremely difficult to control for a while, and his sword deviated by half a point.

A sword wind flew past, blood splashed everywhere.

Lance had a sword wound to his right eye.

Adorno froze for a moment, his purple eyes turning back to brown.

"What's going on..." he murmured.

Under the shock, everyone lost their voices for a moment.

No one expected that Adorno, who had surrendered and surrendered, would suddenly attack!

"...Lance!"

It took Luke a moment to realize what had happened.

He rushed forward alone, grabbed the black horse's rein amidst the exclamation of the knights, subdued it to calm it down, and then helped Lance get off the horse.

Lance looked very calm, and even smiled slightly when he held Luke's hand.

He didn't seem to care that his right eye was dripping with blood, he guarded Luke behind his back, and stared at Adorno vigilantly.

But now Adorno is just an ordinary person, not a devil.

Lance frowned.

He only recalled now that when his right eye was scratched just now, his heartbeat was irregular for a moment... It was as if a cursed seed broke through the ground and germinated.

Only the shadow of a snake's tail was exposed, and it disappeared without a trace when inspected carefully.

He was thinking about it when Lu Jia suddenly pulled him back.

"Your eyes!" Luke's eyes widened, his voice raised, "Your eyes are hurt, can't you feel it!"

Lance's other good eye blinked.

He tried his best to focus his sight, and then he seemed to realize something, and his voice was a little flustered.

"I can't see Your Highness clearly."

"Where's the healing technique?!" Luke tore off the hem of his shirt, and quickly pressed the edge of the sword under his eyes to stop the bleeding.

His mouth is violent, but his movements are very gentle.After stopping the blood under his eyes, he didn't dare to touch the injury on his eyeballs, the corners of his mouth tensed up, pale and bloodless.

Lance watched His Highness silently, angry and anxious for him - his desire to heal his eyes and see His Highness clearly disappeared suddenly.

"I can't, Your Highness." Lance's remaining eyes showed a smile.

Luke was so angry that he shook off him, walked over quickly and grabbed Adorno's collar.

"This is a sneak attack!" he roared angrily.

The other knights also echoed: "You have already surrendered! How can you go back on your word!" "This is not in line with the spirit of chivalry!"

"I'm very sorry, that was not my intention!" Adorno said in a panic, "I lost consciousness just now, I don't know why it became like this..."

"Sophistry!" The other knights said.

A gentle voice came out more and more, Lance said lightly: "He is right. Go on."

End the competition as soon as possible, and then he wants to be alone with His Highness.

Luke shook his head like an angry lion: "Compare to what? Your eyes are hurt like this!"

"Your Highness, once the competition starts, you can't stop." Lance held the little prince's fist that was eager to punch someone, "To win, this is the glory of the Holy Kingdom, and also the glory of Your Highness."

Luke stared at him for a long time, his eyes were almost stained red by the blood from his right eye, and his trembling fists gradually calmed down.

"Okay, let me compare." Luke turned to Adorno and said in a deep voice, "He is my contracted knight, and I will complete the next competition on his behalf."

Adorno had no intention of competing at all, but since Luke asked so, he had no reason to refuse.

Archery is his best project. At the age of 16, he won the surrender of two tribes with his superb archery skills.

Adorno drew the bow and set the arrow, and hit the red heart with a stroke, pierced the target, and nailed it into the tree trunk behind the target.

Luke fetched an identical bow, which was too heavy and too stiff for him, and he pulled it away expressionlessly, his wrist trembling slightly.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were as dazzling as flames.

My favorite dog was maliciously kicked and injured, but my own anger couldn't even open a bow——

Luke was angry at his incompetence.

He raised his eyebrows sharply, and was about to exhaust his last strength when suddenly a hug approached him from behind.

Lance put his hand on his bow and opened the bow for him.

It's like holding him in your arms.

Drops of blood dripped on Luke's neck, carrying a strong aroma.Luke should have salivated at the smell of blood, but now he only felt distressed.

Lance gave him strength.

"Look ahead." A quiet voice rang in his ear, "Your Highness is my eyes, and the direction of my arrow."

Luke leaned in his arms, fingers intertwined, hair tangled.

He focused on the bull's-eye point like never before, and at the moment when a certain flower fell, he opened his hand lightly.

The arrow flew out of the string.

——Piercing through the red heart, shooting through Adorno's arrow, and rushing out from the other side of the tree trunk with a "ding".

They won.

The author has something to say: "Your Highness is my eyes and the direction of my arrow."

"Sharp sword, sharp eye! Your Highness, let's fencing!"

Luke:?

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