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

"You are hungry." Luke took out a piece of bran bread from the cloth bag hanging behind the horse, "Come, eat."

This was bought by him and his wife on the farm before entering the city. This kind of bread is already the best meal they can provide.

Bran bread, also known as "black bread", is the only staple food in the daily life of common people.Xilian took a bite, it tasted hard and sour, it fell into his stomach and turned into a full flame.

The bread replaced the little boy's internal organs, enduring the constant pain of being swallowed.

This was Lance's first taste of food - the taste His Highness gave him.

I don't know if it's Hillian's body or Lance's consciousness? The little boy's big dark eyes kept rolling tears.

"Delicious." He opened his eyes, tears kept rolling into the black bread, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Luke was taken aback.

He didn't expect that such inferior and unpalatable food would move the little boy to tears.

When Luke was on his way, he also had to eat black bread to satisfy his hunger. He couldn't even swallow it. It was Lance who begged everywhere for him to eat cheese and bacon, and he could barely eat it with milk.

He rummaged in the cloth bag in a panic: "There should be some leftover here... Wait,? Eat slowly, don't choke."

In the corner of the pouch he found a small piece of cheese and two slices of bacon.

The low-quality cheese and bacon that he didn't even look at before,? Now he picked them up like a treasure, and handed them to the little boy.

Xilian only tasted a small piece of each, then shook his head.

"I'm full, Your Highness, leave the rest for you to eat."

"We can buy more along the way, there's nothing to save." Luke raised his eyebrows arrogantly, "Besides, I'm a prince, what kind of delicacies can't I eat? This kind of thing doesn't catch my eye at all."

But Lance knew that they had no time to accept the lord's banquet because they were on the road day and night.This supplementary food was the only thing they could eat along the way.

He still remembered the expression on His Highness's face when he was hungry and devoured and choked.

His Highness lied to him.

But he likes this warm lie.

"Thank you, Your Highness." With bread crumbs on the corner of his mouth, he smiled sincerely.

Luke's face was hidden behind the mask, and from Cillian's perspective, Lance couldn't see his expression.So he used a little holy power to see through the mask from the perspective of the silver-haired paladin, and saw Luke's face.

It was the first time for His Highness to get along with such a small, ordinary child. There was a little cautiousness, a little nervousness on his face, and a smile that was rewarded for his gentle care.

Lance's heart felt like a bird lived in it.

His feelings affected Xilian's body, and the little boy's heart began to pound too fast, at a speed beyond human limits... Chest tightness and shortness of breath, he almost fainted.

Lance quickly controlled his emotions.

How fragile humans are, he thought.He couldn't bear even a little bit of emotion.

But he just clings to Xilian's body, unwilling to leave.

So the little boy tried his best to restrain his emotions, sat in Luke's arms, chewed the precious food His Highness gave him, and continued to march towards Erli City.

After eating, he felt warm all over, but his consciousness became more and more drowsy, and uncontrollable drowsiness swept over him.

Lance barely opened his eyes, but his vision still dimmed a little bit.

No, he still wants to feel a little more, to feel the warmth of His Highness's arms.

Luke looked at Cillian's head which was moving slightly and slightly in front of him, and smiled inwardly, holding him tighter.

"Relax and sleep, I will hold you, and I won't let you fall off the horse."

The little boy's body couldn't hold on any longer, and he fell asleep.

At the same time, part of Lance's stripped consciousness returned to his own body.

The torment of desire that I felt when I was attached to Xilian before, all fell silent.

He returned to his own body - still no pain, no feeling of warmth or coldness.

That's how normal humans feel, Lance thought.

If you are injured, you will feel pain, if you are hungry, you will have an appetite, if you are sleepy, you will be drowsy.Even with all his strength, he couldn't stop desire from controlling his body.

Like a mole who has never left a dark cave in his life, he tentatively stepped out to the outside world, but was startled by the excessively harsh sunlight and the cold and violent wind and rain, and retreated into the cave with lingering fear.

——But still extremely greedy for the brilliance outside.

On the next road, as soon as Xilian's body woke up, Lance would possess it domineeringly, monopolizing His Highness's full attention.

Hillian himself had some criticisms about this, but he ignored them.

So Luke also found that Cillian was much quieter than before, soft and obedient, like a puppy that has just been weaned.

After doing this for half a day, they arrived in Erli City in the evening.

Before arriving in Darli, Luke had many expectations: swarming people, raging plague, and chaotic order.

——But the real situation was far beyond his expectations.

Although the Erli City in the snowstorm is not orderly, it is not the purgatory on earth he imagined.

The streets are desolate, and occasionally someone wrapped in a thick leather jacket hurried past, leaving a string of lonely footprints in the snow.

After asking, I found out that the refugees from nearby villages and cities lived in the castles and mansions of the lords and squires respectively, and those infected with the plague lived in monasteries and churches.

This is all thanks to the lord, Count Cecil, and his wife.

"Where do Lord Cecil and his wife live?" Luke asked with a heart in his heart.

"They travel around the city arranging refugees, their whereabouts are uncertain, but at night they usually go to St. Martin's Abbey to settle down."

When he heard "St. Martin's Abbey", Lance had a strange look on his face.

Luke noticed the change in his expression and asked, "Is there anything wrong with that monastery?"

Lance said: "Your Highness, I grew up in St. Martin's Abbey."

Luke opened his eyes slightly.

He only knew that after he rescued Lance from the guillotine, the young Lance was sent to a monastery for discipline, but he didn't know that the monastery where Lance lived was in the north, in Erli City.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Luke said pleasantly, "It's much easier to do. I will go back to the old place, and you can be my guide."

Lance smiled silently.

"So, Erli City can be regarded as your second homeland." Luke tentatively asked: "Won't you... feel sad when you see the devastation of your homeland?"

"No, Your Highness." Lance said truthfully, "I have never left St. Martin's Abbey. And people outside don't welcome me."

It was Luke's turn to be silent.

Regardless of his nature, Lance witnessed the tragic death of his relatives when he was young, and lived in an isolated monastery, never in contact with outsiders.When the nuns heard that he was the son of a criminal minister, they probably wouldn't treat him kindly.

Lance has never been loved by others.

Then it is reasonable for him not to love the world.

"Damn it." Luke couldn't help cursing.

"What happened? Your Highness." Lance observed him nervously, thinking that there was something wrong with his body.

Luke repented: "I was thinking, if I begged more for mercy back then, it would have been nice to just keep you by my side to serve."

Lance smiled: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to do, Your Highness."

After all, the old Duke of Winston was nominally killed for the crime of assassinating the king, and it was not easy for his only son to survive. How could he still stay in a political center like the Holy Capital.

Luke tapped his masked head and said angrily, "It's easier than the current situation!"

"Of course I also hope that I can stay by His Highness's side and be with His Highness from then on." Lance smiled faintly, "But it's still too late."

A light flashed in Luke's mind.

It's still too late - if someone can make Lance feel love.

Luke thought hard about what to do, and then suddenly realized that he himself didn't know what "love" really was.

When this word was mentioned, the first thing he thought of was the portraits in the room on the coming-of-age night, and the drunken eyes...Lance's fiery eyes.

Luke's cheeks behind the mask were a little red.

He secretly scolded the north wind for being too cold, which made his face turn red and swollen.

Before nightfall, they arrived at St. Martin's Abbey.

St. Martin's Abbey is located on a hillside on the outskirts of the city. It is old and made of gray and white marble buildings.Although she is not magnificent, she is not desolate either. She squats there quietly, and the stone steps are kept clean.

The faint candlelight mixed with the sound of chanting came from the cracks in the window.

"It's bedtime." Lance took the initiative to explain.

After arriving at St. Martin's Abbey, he talked more than before, and Luke caught a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

After they settled the horse, Lance led him in with ease, explaining the history of the monastery and the purpose of each place along the way.

"This is the dormitory of the nuns... I don't know if she is still there."

"Who?"

"Sister Alisa." Lance's lips tightened.

He still has someone he cares about here.Luke was surprised.

Lance knocked on the door, but the door was only ajar and slowly opened.

There was no one inside.

"...She's not here." Lance's eyes were blank for a moment.

Luke had heard him refer to "the nuns of the monastery" many times.Judging from Lance's current expression, the nun who raised him may be like a mother.

"We had a communication half a month ago." Lance said lightly.

Sister Eliza was old, and she may have died in the plague.

Luke was a little sad for him, moved his fingertips, and raised it to hold Lance's hand.

At this moment, a voice came from the end of the corridor, and Luke immediately put down his hands and hid behind his back.

"Are you looking for Sister Eliza?" asked the nun at the end of the corridor.

"Yes," Luke said, "is she all right?"

The nun said, "She has gone out to help civilians, and she may not be back until tomorrow night."

Lance's eyes slowly lit up.

The nun saw the silver-haired paladin, covered her lips and exclaimed, "You are... Lance?"

"Hi." Lance smiled politely.

The nun greeted them happily, and then left to inform the other nuns.Soon, the news of "Lance is back" spread throughout the monastery.

"You are very welcome." Luke looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I was weird when I was young, and they all avoided me. But later, I learned how to pretend to be a normal person, and their attitudes improved." Lance looked at him with a smile, "Unlike Your Highness, they like me Disguised character."

"What are you implying? I also like your disguise..." Luke realized that he had fallen into a trap halfway through speaking, "No, I don't like you. It's just gentle and smiling, not so annoying."

As he spoke, he took off the beak mask and took a long breath of fresh air.

"Your Highness, I suggest..."

"I don't want to wear a mask anymore." Luke interrupted him, shaking his blond hair easily, "This is where you grew up, and I always feel that there is no danger."

After handing Hillian to a nun, Luke showed his face like this, and walked into the church accompanied by Lance.

Unlike the church in Fort Lobito, which was full of flagellants, the church at St. Martin's Abbey was completely converted into a hospital.

The fireplace made the church hot as summer, and two choir chairs were joined together to form a wooden bed covered with bedding, where the seriously ill infected people lay.

Now is the time to chant sutras before going to bed. Some nuns take care of the patients, while others kneel in front of the statues to pray.

There is no chaos and hustle and bustle of the temporary hospital in the disaster, and the whole church is filled with holiness and tranquility.

Even though he didn't believe in religion, Luke also gained a short-term peace of mind amidst the sound of chanting sutras.

"It feels good here," he whispered.

Lance nodded.

After the bedtime chanting, the nun brought a tray and gave each patient a small pill.

Luke was a little curious: "Is it some panacea?"

"It's honey candy, which is said to relieve pain." Lance said with a smile, "Your Highness, haven't you seen it? It's more common among ordinary people."

"……Oh."

As a sugar lover, Luke stuffed black bread for four or five days without tasting any sweetness. He had never suffered such terrible torture in his two lifetimes.

His eyes were glued to the tray unconsciously, and after realizing that his eyes were too hot, he forcibly pulled them out like pulling super glue.

Lance looked at His Highness's greedy expression and smiled slightly.

At night, after Luke and the nuns reported their intention, they went upstairs alone to the bedroom they had assigned to them.

A man was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs.

"Lance? What are you doing here?"

Lance spread out the handkerchief in his palm, which contained a small honey candy.

As soon as Luke's eyes touched the temptation, it bounced off like a fire.

"Where did it come from? Go back." He looked at the dome. "Let's leave it for the patients to eat."

Lance smiled without saying a word, holding the small piece of candy and feeding it to his lips.

Luke closed his eyes—damn it, the sweet smell has already rushed into his nose!

Lance saw that His Highness gently raised the tip of his nose like a kitten, and his lips were getting closer and closer to the honey candy in his hand... Finally, he stuck out the tip of his tongue shyly and rolled it back.

The warmth of Lance's fingertips was fleeting.

Luke's face was sullen, his face flushed slightly, and he tasted a small piece of sweetness that his dog had stolen.

The honey candy was hard, stale and mixed with other flavors.

If he saw this kind of thing in the kitchen of his mansion, Luke would sniff his nose and stay away in an instant, telling the cook to throw away this inferior sweet.

but now……

Suddenly he could understand how Xilian wanted to cry when he ate the food.

There is still such a sense of satisfaction in the world.

The tip of Luke's nose was slightly sour.

The honey candy rolled around in his mouth, a small lump bulged up on the left cheek for a while, licked for a while, and bulged again on the right side.

Lance's eyes dimmed slightly.

"Your Highness, I want to try some too."

As he spoke, he leaned down and blocked the candy-eating boy against the wall of the stairs, tasting the honey candy in his mouth.

It would be nice if you could feel a little more.Lance thought.

If he could be like a normal person... Your Highness's mouth would be sweet, his body temperature would be warm, and his breath would be hot.

His Highness pinched the hand on his waist angrily, causing pain.

Pain, but sweetness.

The author has something to say: This chapter is also called "Deformation Meter"

City kid Luke goes to the countryside to experience warmth and coldness

Lance, a child who feels poor, changes his body to experience a life that feels rich

Cillian: ...Anyway, I'm the only one who gets hurt.I also want to be hugged by His Royal Highness!

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