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

In the middle of the night, Luke woke up in the scorching heat, feeling that there was an extra person in the bed.

The demon wings that had nowhere to rest fanned the bedding and stood trembling in the air.

He sat on Lance and wiped his mouth: "Is that how you believe in the God of Light? Kissing a succubus in a monastery?"

Lance lay flat on his back, with silver hair spreading between the mattresses: "The God of Light doesn't care about this kind of thing. The doctrine is the imprisonment that humans place on themselves."

"That's not what you said in the past." Luke raised his eyebrows with sarcasm, "Since you have such an idea, why don't you just create a sect yourself...it's called the 'No Doctrine' sect."

Lance said indifferently: "What actually happened is different from what is recorded in the scriptures."

"Oh? Really?" Luke didn't think he was lying, "Then tell me, what does the real God of Light look like?"

Lance looked far away: "A story close to the truth,? It's painted on the murals of the church."

As soon as he mentioned it, Luke recalled that there were indeed some theological murals painted on the walls of the chapel in St. Martin's Abbey.He glanced at it yesterday evening, and found that those murals were very obscure. If no explanation was given, no one would be able to understand the stories told on them.

"If His Highness is interested, I can explain it to His Highness tomorrow," Lance said.

Lance grew up in St. Martin's Abbey, and he has memorized every detail of the mural, but he has never been able to understand the content of the mural for ten years.

And when he took out his heart and reshaped his body with holy power that night, the meaning of the murals in his memory became clear, as if he had experienced everything himself.

The morning sun fell through the stained glass of the church, and Lance and Luke stood under the murals, looking up at the old lines.

"The God of Light is heartless and desireless." Lance began with these words.

"Instinctively he used his power to create all things equally, like children heaping up the sand on the beach."

"Humans are his unexpected creations. They have very strong desires, and they know language and want to communicate with God."

"Humans constantly begged the Creator to satisfy their desires...so,? He ran away."

"Run away?" Luke was surprised by this ending.

According to the stories recorded in the scriptures, shouldn't the God of Light be stern and unselfish in bringing divine punishment?

The truth turned out to be such a childish way of "running away"...

"Yes," Lance said a little shyly, "desire is too foreign to him. The whole world is created by him, and the whole world is under his control—only the desire born from the human heart is beyond his control Anomalies of understanding."

Luke listened carefully to his narration.

"When parting, the God of Light gave the world 'pain' to limit human's endless desires."

"The endless wars of human beings stopped. Because they found that war would bring 'pain'. It hurts when a weapon is cut on the body, and it hurts to lose friends and relatives."

Speaking of this, Lance's eyes revealed a complex emotion of longing and fear.

Luke looked away from his eyes to the next mural.

The continent that lost the God of Light lived a peaceful and peaceful life. People fabricated doctrines and scriptures, and used the mouth of the God of Light to serve their desire to rule.

The world has lost the shining of the golden light, and darkness is slowly rising from under the earth.

Lance looked at the mural and said, "After He escaped, humans created a new god."

"Humans can also create gods?" Luke was surprised.

"The eight later gods were all born out of human belief," Lance said.

"The God of Darkness is the first god to be born. He was born from human desires, feeds on human desires, inherited all the characteristics of human beings, and doubled them."

This is the origin of the dark god Osiris.

Luke said: "So, the God of Light should be afraid of the God of Darkness. After all, the God of Light is afraid of human beings, and even more afraid of human desires."

Lance looked down at him: "Maybe so."

After hearing this story, Luke finally understood why Lance was chosen by the God of Light.

Because Lance, like the God of Light, does not have the feelings and emotions that ordinary people have. He has no desires and desires, and even fears those emotions.

Luke lowered his eyelashes and clenched his fists.

In order to dispel the plague, he has always wanted Lance to learn to "love the world"...but this seems cruel.

"Desire" is Lance's fear and the reason for his escape from the world, and "love" is also included in it.

Maybe he shouldn't have forced Lance, Luke thought.

He should rely on himself and find other ways to lift the curse.

The sky was fully lit and the Abbey woke up to a new day.

The door of the chapel was pushed open, and several nuns filed in, followed by a burly red-haired man carrying a pew.

He was hale and hearty, with a rough description. As soon as he turned around, the bench whirled around in a circle. The nuns laughed lightly and lowered their heads to avoid the sweep of the bench.

It was Earl Cecil who was rumored to have been "infected with the plague".

Luke couldn't help wondering if he had heard it wrong yesterday. The tall lord's physical condition didn't seem to be in general good condition.

Count Cecil stood among the nuns like a red-haired lion among sheep.It's just that the red-haired lion is humbly lowering its head, listening to the nuns' instructions on how to arrange the heavy objects in their hands.

They are converting the chapel here into a ward as well.

"Good morning, Lord Earl." Luke spoke first.

Hearing the little prince's voice, Earl Cecil shook his head, his flaming eyebrows and beard stood up, and he looked fierce.

Then he remembered his wife's advice to him, and forced a stiff smile on that fierce face.

"Good day, Your Highness Luke." He said with a vicious smile.

Luke shrugged helplessly.

It seemed that the Earl himself was not as easy to talk to as the Countess.

"How's your health?" he asked.

"A minor illness." Earl Cecil said disdainfully, "Move more, your body is warmed up, and the cold can't help me."

Luke felt both emotion and admiration in his heart.

The countess did not lie to him, the count was indeed infected with the plague.But even so, he still did not let go of his responsibilities as a lord and helped the nuns as much as he could.

A lord who has just been transferred to Erli City for two months can still do this. As a prince of the Holy Kingdom, his efforts and sacrifices are far from enough.

Luke made a decision in his mind.

"I admire your sense of responsibility." He sincerely said to Earl Cecil, and then glanced at Lance: "I hope my contracted knight can share some of your hard work."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said.

Lance only left St. Martin's Abbey at the beginning of this year, and he quickly blended in with the nuns and began to help.

Luke watched their busy figures and left the chapel silently.

Even though the condition of St. Martin's Abbey is superior and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful, there are still patients who cannot persevere die under the curse every day and are carried out of the church.

In order to avoid spreading the plague, their bodies could only be cremated-a cruel way of burial in the eyes of believers to punish heretics.

The rest of the patients looked at the bodies being carried out, lingering on their breath, imagining whether they would be the next one to be carried out.

In the church hall full of patients, Luke looked at the drowsy patients and took off his gloves.

The curse was spread by physical contact with the sick.

According to Countess Cecil's information, after exposure to the curse, people with strong desires will see a god.

Regardless of whether it is a god or a human being, as long as one can communicate in language, there is the possibility of negotiation.

Luke reached out and touched the thin ice covering the sick man.

He shouldn't be demanding on Lance—so he's doing his best, too, and taking a gamble with the curse.

"My lord," Lance said.

Earl Cecil raised his head upon hearing the sound, saw the knight following the little prince, and snorted coldly.

He had to give some respect to his wife's favorite son-in-law—let alone his son-in-law's follower.

Lance didn't mind his slight.

"You want to disperse the plague, and the people will be happy and healthy. Your Highness shares the same wish with you."

"So?" Count Cecil frowned.

"I want to fulfill His Highness's wish, and I can also fulfill your wish by the way." Lance looked indifferently, "But this requires your cooperation."

Earl Cecil sneered: "Why should I listen to you?"

He looked at Lance with disdain, and his gaze involuntarily stopped on those eyes.

There is a golden flame burning deep in the emerald green pupils, seeing indescribable fear, and the instinctive obedience of the soul when facing the gods who created them.

Lance stretched out his hand with a smile beyond his eyes: "Please give me your body. I will relieve your pain."

The little angel flew into the brow of the sluggish Earl Cecil.

The connection between the gods and the believers was established, just like what he did to Cillian, Lance attached his consciousness to Earl Cecil.

The difference from Xilian is that this body has been infected with the curse, if it is connected to his senses, it will definitely be very painful.

But that's exactly what Lance is for.

The God of Light has no sense of pain, and does not know healing techniques. Healing techniques are created by human beings themselves.

So if Lance experienced the pain of being infected with the plague, would he be able to cure all the patients as His Highness expected?

Thinking of this, Lance closed his eyes, and the tentacles of divine consciousness spread deep, sticking to Earl Cecil's sensory nerves.

Once connected, he hugged his body tightly and crouched down slowly.

It hurts, it hurts too much, how can it hurt like this.

He was like a person who had never tasted salt in his life, suddenly ate a dish that was too salty, his incompatibility with the unknown, and his unbearable pain swept over his consciousness in an instant.

He wanted to escape frantically...but for His Highness, he couldn't escape.

He wanted to fulfill His Highness's wish.

——He wanted to be a human like His Highness.

Meanwhile, Luke lay back on the bed in the bedroom, looking up at the hand he had touched the patient.

He has always been lustful, and the curse in his body should have taken root.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Luke opened his eyes under the sunshine. He was sitting high on the throne, and the lords and nobles bowed their heads to him and praised the country and the people.

After the king's meeting, the healthy Xia Zuo took him by the shoulders and asked him to go hunting on horseback. Aphra, who was wearing a gorgeous dress on the left, came and said what new flowers bloomed in the garden and what medical treatment she had recently. new discoveries.

Luke kept smiling, feeling that there was no better life than this.

... really not?

He looked behind him suspiciously, and there should have been a silver-haired knight following him like a shadow.

I usually don't notice it, but when I turn my head, the shadow is always behind him, waiting for him with a smile.

Now it's gone.

Lance was gone.

The instant this thought occurred to Luke, he realized clearly that he was in a dream.

——If it was the real world, how could Lance not be behind him?

Perhaps the god who cast the curse was afraid of the God of Light and could not replicate Lance's figure.

The illusion in front of him dissipated like a cloud of smoke, Luke sneered.

"The so-called Oneiroi is nothing more than that."

A huge light pink divine figure appeared in front of his eyes. The Dream God was indistinguishable from male and female, and his voice was ethereal.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Horkheimer's young patriarch told me that their patron saint 'Oneiroi' has made some mistakes recently." Luke stared at the shadow, "What's more, apart from Oneiroi, no god will tempt people to fall through dreams .”

Oneiroi looked at him quietly, as if exploring his soul.

"Then why do you look down on the beautiful dream I built for you? This is obviously your greatest wish."

A golden crown phantom appeared in his palm.

Luke turned to him, smiling confidently: "Because even without you, within two or three months, I will realize my desire by myself. But..."

He changed the subject and said slyly:

"I bet, there is a wish that you will never be able to manifest in my dream."

Oneiroi said lightly: "There is no wish in this world that I cannot express."

"Yes." Luke said firmly.

"Ignorant human beings." Oneiroi said contemptuously, "Tell me your wish. If I make it into a beautiful dream, your soul will inevitably be cursed."

"If you really can't show it in front of me," Luke said coldly, "you must lift everyone's curse and leave here."

"I swear by my existence." Dream God said, "Go ahead."

"The dream I want to see is—"

Luke smiled slowly.

"A way to get rid of the curse and make the Oneiroi disappear."

"...You!!" The Dream God was furious.

"Choose." Luke calmed down and said, "Should you tell me how to get rid of the curse, or would you accept the bet and leave?"

"...Although there is no difference between the two, is there?"

The author has something to say: This is Luke's deception.

If Oneiroi wants to win him, he must tell him "the method of dispelling the curse", so that even if Luke pays the price of the curse in his body, he can lift the curse according to the method he learned from Oneiroi after waking up.

If Oneiroi doesn't want to tell him, he loses.The price of losing is "voluntarily dispelling the curse", which is the same result as the former.

If there is anything you don't understand about the plot, you can tell me in the comment area~ I will try to modify it!

By the way, Lord Cecil, what son-in-law?Your cp has long been be

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