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

Seeing the suspicious look from the steward, Luke closed his eyes and suppressed his anger forcibly.

He can't show his flaws and give the enemy an opportunity.

With that scolding sound, Luke took the wig away and threw it into the fireplace.

"Enough is enough, I don't need that kind of thing." He was like a proud and cranky cat. "They don't deserve me at all."

"That's right, Your Highness." The steward hesitated, "But His Majesty the King may not be satisfied..."

Luke's eyes flickered with darkness.

He fluttered his eyelashes, put on a sweet smile, and turned to the housekeeper, "Abel, am I not satisfactory enough?"

Even if it's a face you see every day, anyone will be stunned when it occasionally unleashes its unabashed charm -- especially if it's just you.

By the time the butler came back to his senses, the little prince had already turned out of the bedroom with his skirt in his hands.

When Luke walked through the garden, all the servants avoided consciously, covering their eyes while turning their backs to him.

This is an unwritten rule.Last month, a manservant dared to look directly at the little prince in a dress and showed surprise. The next second, the furious little prince poached his eyeballs.

Luke figured out something as he walked.

As with jewellery, wearing women's clothing may not be the little prince's original wish.

He is like the most dazzling clothes hanger in the Holy Kingdom, the rich and powerful show their wealth and status on him, and take pride in it.

According to the parchment, the little prince's habit of wearing women's clothing began at the age of three, and at such a young age, he did not have the ability to choose by himself.

Luke's smile deepened.

He wants to see what kind of pervert His Majesty the King, the "good father" who "dotes on" him in the palace, is.

And the people he met in the carriage made his bad mood drop even further.

"Good day, Your Highness." Lance bowed to him.

He first noticed Luke's angry expression, and then he noticed that the clothes the little prince was wearing seemed different from usual.

"Why is he here?" Luke raised his eyebrows and turned to ask the housekeeper.

"Your Majesty has also invited Lancelot." The old steward replied, "Your Majesty has agreed with you that he will know the situation of this servant with his own eyes in a month's time."

Luke glanced at Lance's low-key clothing worth a few gold coins. It seemed that the king was happy to see a former Master Winston in good condition.

He just finds it funny.

After killing Lance's family, he planned to treat Lance well.

for what?repent?

"May I ask him to get out?" Luke said harshly.

He didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially Lance.

"I'm afraid it's not right, Your Highness," said the steward.

Too much time had been wasted in the morning's tedious attire, and it was too late to prepare another carriage.Luke took a deep breath, had no choice but to sit swaggeringly in the middle of the carriage, and had to tidy up his skirt.

"Then, Your Highness, I will wait for your return in the mansion." The butler closed the car door.

There was silence in the carriage, and the carriage started to drive. Lance sat upright, looking ahead.

Sometimes his eyes would fall on Luke, but the eyes did not carry any evaluation, as if he just wanted to understand the situation of the little prince.

"Does it look good?" Luke sneered.

Lance looked at Luke.

He had many proper words to use, but when he spoke, last night's accusation about "liars" flashed through his mind, making him change his mind.

"I don't know, Your Highness."

Luke obviously did not expect such a reply.

It is impossible for the well-educated Lancelot not to know how to evaluate clothing. When he said "I don't know", he meant that he didn't know "whether it looks good or not".

Luke became interested, pointed at the neckline and asked, "How about this one?"

"The garnet and iris pattern produced in Cape Stowe," Lance replied, "is designed by Lord Antonio, and the noble ladies in the holy capital are flocking to it."

"I'm asking 'you' if it looks good," Luke asked.

"I don't know, Your Highness," Lance said honestly.

Luke asked some more questions, and each time Lance could accurately answer their place of origin, efficacy, legend of origin, and even the designer, but each time ended with "I don't know".

Luke felt extremely novel.

The parchments did not describe the private preferences of the future god king, nor his deepest thoughts.All he knew were the cold words in the book, but the person in front of him was a real person.Luke suddenly realizes that what he is facing is not only the god-king Lancelot, but also a Lance that he doesn't understand and is worthy of his in-depth exploration.

The little prince finally pointed to his eyes.

"How about this?"

A troubadour once wrote thousands of lines of poems in praise of these eyes. Although he burned the manuscript after learning the name of the owner of the eyes, poems about these charming eyes are still circulating in the Holy Kingdom.

Lance looked intently into his eyes.

He was silent for a long time and did not give an answer for the first time.

Luke sees his silence as another "I don't know."

The little prince leaned back into the soft square pillow, and lazily elongated his tone: "If the Holy Kingdom falls into the hands of people without aesthetics like you, it will be a disaster for art."

Lance wasn't offended.

What he was concerned about was another matter: "Your Highness is in a bad mood today, why?"

Luke kicked the skirt: "As you can see."

"You don't have to be angry about this." Lance said calmly, "Under the God of Light, there is no difference in any clothing, only the soul is eternal, and the skin and property are the ignorance and obstacles of divinity."

"Sounding high-sounding." Luke joked, "As you said, why not just shave everyone into skeletons and run naked in the street, so that you can perceive the God of Light?"

"There's no need for that." Lance smiled gently, "Before the skeletons took to the streets, the souls of the dead were already with God."

"Pfft." Luke couldn't help laughing.It never occurred to him that someone like Lance would make fun of the God of Light.

Yu Huo disappeared unknowingly, and when he got off the carriage, Luke suddenly realized that he could face this attire with a peaceful mind.

Most of the popes favored by the God of Light come from the royal family of Charlemagne, and each pope has a relationship with the king. Therefore, in the Holy Kingdom, the Holy See and the royal government are closely linked.

The person in power who is also the Pope and the King is called the "God-King". Lancelot Winston will be the first God-King in the history of the Holy Kingdom, and also the first king with a different surname.

Fate seems to have gone wrong suddenly, and the Charlemagne royal family, which has produced many capable people for thousands of years, is gradually declining in this era-not only Luke and his mediocre brother, but also their father, who is nicknamed the "lazy king" Doyle Charlemagne.

Even the "lazy king" is a compliment.

When Luke saw him, His Majesty the King was soaking in the bath to receive the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Naked girls floated up from the water, laughing and playing with the king's crown.

There was also a young girl lying on her stomach by the pool, the whip fell behind her, she tried her best to avoid it, her sobs were drowned in her laughter.

This was supposed to be a formal audience.According to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, there has been a serious problem with taxation in the north.

Luke thought blankly that the real reason for the fall of Charlemagne's royal family might be here.But the little prince in the original book was just unlucky and took over a mess.

The king is clearly impatient with those numbers.

Seeing Luke, the king stood up as if he had seen a savior, and pushed the finance minister aside.

"Look who's coming?" He walked ashore and wanted to hug Luke, "My little canary!"

Luke took three steps back calmly, pretending to be regretful, and said, "I am wearing clothes designed by Mr. Antonio himself. This kind of clothes is afraid of water."

Thanks to Lance's knowledge and talents, and thanks to the king's ignorance, this lie was not exposed, and he did not have to accept the "wet temptation" of a middle-aged man.

And thanks to the God of Light, he has no resemblance to the king in appearance. The pure golden curly hair that the king still had when he was young has now been grayed out by wine.

Luke sipped wine and chatted with the king.At first, he was nervous about whether his identity would be exposed, but this person at the pinnacle of power in the Holy Nation was too slow.

He was sure that even a tavern porter would be better suited to wear the crown than the present one.

"You and Lance have been together for a month." The king finally asked a meaningful question, "What do you think of him?"

"Barely easy to use." Luke said harshly.

"I heard that you like him very much." The king implied something, "Because of him, the ignorant servants in the mansion were punished."

Luke does not know whether these words reached the king through the steward and queen, or whether the king had other informants in his palace.

In short, his mansion needs some fresh blood who know how to shut up.

"Lance is mine after all." Luke said arrogantly, "The things picked up from the guillotine must not be wasted."

"Don't worry, he's doing well in the monastery, and God has affirmed his loyalty." The king smiled ambiguously, "He will be your servant, brother and guardian. Of course, the romantic love between a lady and a knight is also Nice story."

When Luke was wondering what the "lady" in "Ladies and Knights" refers to, the king suddenly laughed and said, "I almost forgot, my little canary is a male bird, and cannot be a lady. I still want to be a knight—”

Magma was rushing through Luke's veins, and the skirt on his body seemed to have sharp thorns.

The clenched fist of the little prince couldn't help shaking, the amethyst on the Ouroboros ring flowed through the thin black thread, and Luke's ears buzzed for a while before he realized what it was.

It was not only his anger, but the anger of this body.

Why do people like this exist?Forcibly reversed the gender of his son, obliterated all his masculine characteristics, encouraged his homosexual behavior with his servants, and even made fun of him face to face——

Such a beast deserved to be strangled to death by the maids in the future and strangled to death on the bed.

Maybe he should let this "future" come earlier.

"Take these words to make fun of me again." Luke turned his face away, "Forgive me and leave first."

Hearing that he was leaving, the king seemed somewhat regretful.

However, his regret is limited to not being able to watch the "Flower of the Holy Nation" anymore, and does not include feeling guilty for insulting his parents and children.

"Call Lance to come in." The king ordered Piaofei to leave the skirt.

Immediately he shrugged his shoulders, did not hold back, and then threw himself into having fun with the maids.

After Luke entered the king's bathroom, Lance never took his eyes off the door.

He interpreted this behavior as a special concern for dangerous people.

I heard that the king is licentious.Will the little prince, who is so nervous that he develops a rash because of a woman's touch, pretend to be nonchalant again, but endure it in private?

Someone was speaking to him, and the content of the words was automatically blocked. Lance handled it skillfully, with a smile that never took off.

So when Luke slammed the door angrily, he saw Lance like a lamb obediently waiting for his master to come back, accepting the humiliation of the nobles obediently.

The nobleman was throwing his handkerchief on the ground, trampling it with his heels, and ordered the only slave present to pick it up for him to polish his shoes.

At this moment, Luke suddenly felt that in this palace where he took pleasure in the pain of others, although his status and Lance's status were very different, they were essentially the same.

What is the difference between being at the feet of ordinary nobles or at the feet of a king?

The so-called "one person is under one person and above ten thousand people" is nothing but a self-comforting lie for the loser.

As long as there is one person above his head, he will never be able to sleep peacefully.

So Luke wanted to be the supreme king.

On this point, Lancelot may agree with him.

The nobleman turned his head and smiled obsequiously at Luke, but forgot to hide his saliva.

"Good day, Your Highness." He looked up and down at the prince who was brighter than all the girls in the Holy Kingdom, "Do you still like the jewelry I gave you last time?"

Luke didn't know him.

But there is no need to know.

"Sorry," Luke said with a smirk on his face, "There are too many people offering jewelry, who are you?"

The nobleman froze for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Your Majesty Fitch Eugene, you can call me Viscount Eugene."

Luke didn't even look at him: "Kneel down."

The nobleman looked at Lance proudly, rolled the handkerchief again with his toes, and raised his head to signal Lance to kneel down.

Lance just looked into the little prince's eyes calmly.

"Kneel down."

Luke turned his head, eyes full of purple mist, full of fierceness that belongs only to a tyrant.

"I'm talking about you, Fitch Eugene."

The back of the little prince stood in front of Lance.

The back is slender, and the outline of the butterfly bone can even be seen, which is far from powerful.

Such a back, but because of a trivial matter that Lance has long been accustomed to, stood upright in front of him as a protector.

Earlier, Luke asked Lance if those eyes were good, but Lance didn't reply.

He didn't know if those eyes were good-looking or not.

He only knew that when he looked into these eyes, his lackluster emotions would have some special taste.

And refusing to answer is not lying.