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

"...Lance?"

Luke got up and saw the silver-haired knight arching in pain.

"Lance!"

He quickly got out of bed and helped Lance up.Lance's body was tense like a bow, his skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his silver hair was hanging down his face, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

After Luke touched him, he forced himself to relax, and smiled slightly at Luke.

Despite Lance's best efforts to hide himself, Luke noticed that the edges of the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

"What's the matter with you?" Luke asked anxiously.

Lance couldn't respond.

His lips trembled in pain, and the shallow smile just now had exhausted all his strength.

As soon as he moved his lips, blood gushed out along his lips and trickled into his neck.

Luke's mind went blank.

He had never seen Lance in such a mess.

Lance always showed him his calm and powerful side, just like the front of a mirror always brightly reflects his figure, the back has already been covered with complicated cracks.

But now, the mirror was finally overwhelmed and shattered before his eyes, scratching his hand.

Luke only remembered that he had fallen into the maze cursed by the Oneiroi, and was in great pain.Before losing consciousness, he used the contract between them to call Lance, and then someone protected him,? and said something to him.

That must be Lance.

Lance hurt and suffered for him.

"I'm sorry... sorry." He said hoarsely.

Lance opened his mouth to comfort him, opened his mouth, and a lot of blood gushed out again.

Trembling, Luke opened his mouth, and found that Lance's tongue was almost bitten off by himself, and there were tooth marks all over it, and blood flowed from those large and small wounds.

"Are you... in pain?" He thought of an impossible answer.

Lance's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he blinked slowly.

Yes.

Luke gritted his teeth hard.

He didn't know why Lance, who had never felt pain all this time, suddenly felt so much pain... the pain was so painful that he bit off his tongue without knowing it.

"Don't bite, there's still a tongue in there, it will break if bitten."

He didn't know what he was talking about confusedly, and he stuffed his fingers in it as he spoke, as if this would prevent Lance from hurting his tongue.

After the boy put his fingers in, the blood-stained teeth suddenly stopped moving obediently, holding it tenderly.

With difficulty, Luke half-dragged Lance to the bed, tore off his clothes, and tried to find the wound, but found nothing.

"...it just hurts, it hurts, right?"

Lance blinked again slowly.

His chest heaved violently, covered with fine beads of sweat, the whites of his eyes were red, but his pupils were green and gentle.

Looking into those eyes, Luke's vision gradually blurred.

He turned his face away, with a hoarse voice: "There may be something sick that you can't notice. You wait here for a while, and I will go to the doctor."

He rushed out of the room, ran to a place out of Lance's sight, and then raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes fiercely.

Similarly, after leaving Luke's sight, Lance endured it for a long time, and his handsome facial features became hideous in pain.

Dream God cursed that he was bearing the pain for His Highness.

Was His Highness suffering such torture before?

When he thought that His Highness had suffered like this, but he couldn't feel it at all, his heart ached.

In the chapel.

The hospital bed was only half furnished, and it was shelved forever by a sudden miracle.

Sister Alisa followed the little nun to the chapel, but she didn't see Lance who was supposed to be there, but met Earl Cecil.

The lord seems to be in a trance, and indeed, as the little nun said, the plague that plagued Earl Cecil has completely disappeared.

"I heard that Lance was working with you just now, does your lord know where he is now?" Sister Alisa asked.

Earl Cecil's eyes hesitated for a moment: "I don't know. Maybe go somewhere else."

Sister Eliza wanted to ask again, when Earl Cecil's eyes suddenly drifted to the door of the chapel.

She turned her head, only to see the back of a blond boy leaving in a hurry.

"Then it must be His Royal Highness the little prince."

It's just...why does the side profile she saw in the blink of an eye look familiar?

Luke hurried back to the bedroom with the nun who was proficient in medicine.

"He is in good health, Your Highness need not worry." The nun concluded after the preliminary examination, "This may be caused by mental pain."

"What can I do to relieve this pain?" Luke asked.

"Reciting scriptures is the best way to restore peace of mind," the nun said, "but I think that having someone close to him by his side can comfort his soul even more."

close ones...

Luke placed his hand on the tightly clenched fist uncertainly, feeling the convulsive veins and blood vessels under his palm gradually relax.

The last hand moved and turned over, holding Luke's hand in its palm instead.

Lance smiled slightly at him.

It works.

There was joy in Luke's eyes.

He recalled carefully, what would he do to adjust his mood when he was sick, injured or sad?

Sugar and cream, perhaps—it would be even better if it was Lance's little cakes.

"Is there any more honey?" he asked the nun.

"Yes... By the way," the little nun lowered her voice and whispered, "Sister Maria bought a small box of white sugar from a merchant in the south half a year ago. We only use a little when we make cakes for our birthdays. Let's take it." Let's make sugar water."

"Thank you." Luke said gratefully, "There will be endless sugar here in the future."

The little nun shook her head with a smile, turned and left.

Only Luke and Lance were left in the room, and it was so quiet that the sound of falling snow could be heard.

Lance stroked his hand gently until his fingers intersected.

Luke's index finger was stained with the blood in his mouth, and the blood dried and coagulated on the index finger, which was a bit astringent; the other four fingers were close to Lance's skin, cool and soft.

The delicate touch made Luke tremble a little.

"I..." he started, hesitating and not knowing what to say best, "You said that my singing will make you feel comfortable, does that still count?"

Lance blinked.

Luke coughed nervously and hummed a tune.

He looked at their intertwined hands, and then he cruised up a little bit, and finally met Lance's eyes.

Lance's gaze was always on him, and he never paid much attention to it... But for some reason, the sight of him now made him feel at a loss.

Luke's mind was filled with messy lines, and the tune he was humming to himself slowly stopped.

"It sounds good." Lance said in a difficult voice.

He can already speak normal sentences.

Luke said in surprise, "Are you feeling better?"

"You can get used to it slowly." Lance comforted him instead, "This is also a novel experience."

"What's the name of the nursery rhyme His Highness just hummed?"

Luke thought about it and found that the piece was very strange.

The strange thing is that he never remembers when and where he heard such a tune, and when his consciousness is clear, he will never think of such a tune.

This nursery rhyme seems to be deeply imprinted in the memory of this body's infancy, and it will only be revealed when it is inadvertent.

A picture flashed briefly in Luke's mind.

It seemed to be a woman, while playing with the young him with her fingers, while humming this nursery rhyme, her long silver hair was hanging down, and he played with it in the palm of his hand.

- She has very impressive purple eyes.

"I don't know." Luke said a little confused.

When he uttered these words softly, something slammed against the window, and then flew away with a flutter.

"Then don't think about it." Lance watched him with a smile, and squeezed his hand.

Luke's cheeks felt a little hot.

He dodged his eyes: "Can you stop staring at me?"

With a soft voice, the proud lion cub showed his belly to people, and made a sound that was not an order but a plea.

"Why?" Lance looked straight, "I've always done this."

"It's not the same." Luke said, "...forget it."

He didn't know what was different.

At this moment, someone coughed lightly by the door.

"Is it convenient?" The little nun blinked her big eyes while holding the sugar water.

Luke always felt that she was making some kind of ambiguous hint.

"Of course." He quickly sat upright.

After delivering the sugar water, the little nun said "I won't bother you" and left the room, closing the door thoughtfully.

Luke held the cup and muttered: "Her attitude is so strange, and it's nothing..."

Lance smiled silently.

Just as Luke was about to hand over the sugar water to Lance, he saw the veins on the side of Lance's neck twitching, obviously still in pain.

Although he didn't know how to take care of a sick person, he knew that Lance would definitely be unable to hold the water glass in this state.

"Let me feed you." He offered.

"Hard work, Your Highness." Lance said obediently.

He was half lying and half leaning on the head of the bed, with long silver hair spreading beside the pillow, like finely carved spider silk, and also like other more beautiful and gorgeous handicrafts.

Luke handed the cup of sugar water to the mouth of this handicraft-like man, tilted the cup awkwardly, and fed it to him little by little.

Lance's lips were wet with sugar water and gradually turned red.

Luke was concentrating on observing the water level, but his gaze involuntarily moved from the sugar water to the thin lips next to him, and then to the eyebrows...

Suddenly, there was a light itch in the palm of his hand, and Lance's fingers hooked his palm, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

— as if he had been caught peeping.

Startled, Luke didn't hold the water glass steady and splashed Lance all over.

"..."

He stared blankly at the messy, wet beauty.

"I didn't mean it." Luke explained softly.

Then he thought about it, what happened to staring at Lance himself?Anyway, Lance is his property, so of course he can watch it for as long as he wants, why should he be guilty?

He immediately said confidently: "It's not because you suddenly touched my hand."

While complaining, he pulled out the towel from his chest, leaned over and knelt by the bed, and wiped the water on Lance's neck.

As he got closer, he couldn't help thinking that Lance's neck was just as beautiful.

It was such a beautiful neck, which had been bitten many times by him who turned into a succubus, leaving mottled red tooth marks.

Imagining the sweet smell of blood, he seemed to smell some other strange smell on the surface of Lance's skin...?

Luke was curious, and couldn't help but slightly raised the tip of his nose, getting closer and closer.

Little did he know, he was almost completely in Lance's arms.

Until the water glass he was holding in his left hand spilled water again.

Luke was startled, a burst of embarrassment.

I usually feel that it is always so easy for Lance to serve him, as if it is something that comes at hand.Why did things go wrong so often when it was his turn?

Thinking about it this way, Aphra usually complains about his clumsy work, which seems to be true...

Serving nobles is really not something that humans can do.

Luke made up his mind.

He simply and roughly put the towel around Lance's neck, and then pressed the cup to Lance's lips expressionlessly, forcing him to drink it quickly.

Lance was still looking at him with a smile on his face.

Luke's face slowly warmed up again, and his heart tightened little by little like petals closing together.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him.

"I'll deliver the cup." He said while clutching the water cup.

In fact, it was an excuse to wash my face and think calmly.

Even the blurry bronze mirror in the bathroom reflected the blush on Luke's face.

His mind was in a mess, wondering if this was the sequelae of the Oneiroi curse, he picked up the cup and drank the last sip of sugar water left in the cup.

Then almost squirted it out.

Luke rinsed his mouth several times before the saltiness in his mouth faded.

Yes, salty.

That's not sugar water at all, but a glass of salty brine!

Not to mention why the little nun got the salt and sugar wrong, but how could Lance not notice it after drinking a whole glass?

Even when he drank the first sip, there was no expression of surprise.

It's just like……

Because of this small flaw, Luke recalled many clues.

For example, Lance distinguishes ingredients by observing rather than tasting.

For example, Lance, who is proficient in cooking, also made a mistake of salt and sugar several times, and made a salty little cake... Could it be that Lance has no sense of taste at all?

No sense of taste, but always pretending to like cooking, the only purpose of making all kinds of desserts is to satisfy him?

Luke ran back with the cup in his hand.

He wanted to confirm this with Lance.

So what if it's confirmed?It is confirmed that Lance is wholeheartedly treating him...

Luke hadn't cleared his mind yet. He walked too fast and almost ran into someone head-on when he entered the door.

It was an elderly nun, wrapped in a black scarf, only revealing a pair of eyes that had experienced many stories.

Judging by the atmosphere between her and Lance, maybe it is the "Sister Alisa" whom Lance said raised him?

Luke straightened his face, and was about to say hello, but saw Sister Alisa staring at his face, her expression changed several times in a short period of time, and finally showed a horrified look.

"……lady?"

Sister Alisa looked at Luke and murmured.

The author has something to say: Luke (fried hair): Why is it recognized as a girl again.Author, do you think you have any strange hobbies?

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