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

"... Madame?" murmured Sister Alisa.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

Maybe something similar happened before? He got used to it this time.

The nun in front of him might be Lance's elder, he couldn't be disrespectful.

"Hi, I'm Luke Charlemagne." He said politely, "May I ask if you have made the wrong mistake?"

"……His Royal Highness Prince?"

Sister Alisa was in a trance, her face became paler, her feet wobbled and she was about to faint.

Luke frowned, and helped her up.

"Nurse?" Lance's slightly puzzled voice came from the room.

Sister Alisa stood firm, her eyes swept between the faces of Lance and Luke, and she called "His Royal Highness" softly.

It happened that there was a young nun passing by at the end of the corridor, so Luke called her over and helped Sister Alisa up.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." The young nun patted Sister Alisa's back with concern, "She may be unwell, and I will help her to rest."

"It's okay, go to the doctor." Luke looked at their leaving backs, squeezed the syrup glass in his hand, and walked into the bedroom.

He asked as he walked, "Is she the Sister Alisa you mentioned?"

"Yes," said Lance, "she's my mother's maid."

"Haven't all the servants in the Duke's mansion of Greenington been reduced to slaves?" Luke wondered, "But she became a nun, and then took care of his little master... Doesn't the king know?"

Lance's eyes were light: "Perhaps this is what the king meant."

"He always has a strange preference for you." Luke curled his lips.

"But then again, why was your nun so surprised at my looks?—and mistook me for some other lady."

"It's so weird."

Luke ends with this sentence.

Sister Alisa returned to her bedroom with the support of the young nun.

She dismissed the other nuns and closed the door.

Alisa took out a small portrait of the God of Light from her bosom. It was framed with expensive ebony and transparent glass and wrapped in a towel. Obviously, the owner cherished it very much.

This portrait has been with her for 18 years, never leaving her body, and never allowing others to touch it.

Sister Eliza picked up the little portrait and, with trembling fingers, unwrapped the frame.

On the back of the portrait of the God of Light, there is another portrait hidden.

It was a woman with a beauty whose beauty overshadows all flowers.Her long silver hair is slightly curly, and her white figure melts into the dark background, like the moonlight flowing in the night.

——And her face looks exactly like Luke's.

Sister Alisa put the woman in the portrait, covered her face, her withered palms were wet with tears.

"...ma'am," she sobbed.

Luke, meanwhile, leans against the wall, listening to Lance talk about his nuns.

"I hardly saw my mother when I was a child. It was Sister Alisa who raised me up, and she later taught me to integrate into the life of ordinary people in the monastery." There was a softness in Lance's eyes.

"You haven't seen your mother?" Luke wondered, "Could it be that you were too young and forgot?"

"No, my memory is very clear when I was a child," Lance said. "My mother was often alone in a room, and every evening she would walk with my father in the garden. But she would not come to see me."

The wife of the Duke of Winston's family was named Elizabeth. Luke knew very little about her rumors, and even the nobles who lived with her rarely heard of her.

It seems that there were only a few rumors before her marriage, and after she married the Duke of Winston, the person disappeared completely.

From what Lance said, the Duchess never went out, and she didn't care about her son. She seemed to be a very lonely woman... so lonely that it was a bit weird.

With a mother like that, it's no wonder Lance lacks emotion.

Fortunately, Duke Winston fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, and Sister Alisa took good care of him, which may have made Lance feel some ordinary parental love.

Speaking of "love"...

Luke turned the sugar water glass—no, the salt water glass.

"Lance, do you really like this cup?"

Lance stared at him, seeming to understand something.

"As long as His Highness does it for me, or I do it for His Highness, I like it very much." He said in a calm tone.

This is a disguised admission that he does not distinguish between salty and sweet.

Learning cooking is not because he likes it, but because His Highness likes it too much.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Luke pursed his lips.

"It's not necessary." Lance shook his head, "Whether I have a sense of taste or not, my desire to make His Highness happy will not change."

"And..." He looked at Luke tenderly, showing a slight smile, "It seems that the longer you hide it, the more moved and unforgettable your Highness will be when he finds out—such as now."

Luke's heart beat faster for a while, and the hand holding the cup handle, the knuckles turned blue and white due to the force.

"...moved?" He snorted coldly, "I just think you're stupid."

When he snorted coldly, his face was slightly pink.

Lance smiled slightly.

Luke put the water glass heavily on the bedside table with a "boom".

madness?No, Lance is too cunning.

Stupid and clumsy, he carries all the pain by himself, but it always makes him feel bad.

"You haven't told me what happened in my dream this morning, why did you become like this?"

He asked about the Oneiroi curse.

Lance said: "It was a curse made of divine power. I defeated it, but I was also injured."

Luke nodded his chin: "Well...it seems to be the case, I can't remember."

Lance lowered his eyes: "Your Highness has indeed missed a lot."

His Highness missed his confession.

After the backlash of Oneiroi's curse invaded his heart, he immediately understood the effect of backlash.

——He will never be able to remain calm and self-sufficient, and will never be able to stay out of things. He must experience the emotions and desires of ordinary people that he has never experienced before, and endure the torture of restraining desires.

Lance is gradually becoming like a mortal.

But wouldn't that be nice too?

Now he feels pain, he has a slight sense of warmth and coldness, and he can also distinguish between salt and sweetness—yes, he tasted it as a glass of salt water at the first sip, but he didn't mention it.

As long as His Highness feeds him, not to mention salt water, even poison, he can drink it willingly.

Taking advantage of the trend to win His Highness's touch, why not do it?

As for the others... His Highness does not need to know his joy and pain.

"The mental pain may be a sequelae. It may take a few days to recover." Lance concealed his backlash and wrote lightly.

He looked worried: "Until I get better, I'm afraid I won't be able to ride back to the holy capital with His Highness. If His Highness is impatient, don't worry about me, let's go first."

Luke glanced at him.

Lance is sensible, but...

"Do you think that you can escape the duty of a contracted knight to protect your master?" Luke raised his jaw proudly, "Even if you don't want to, as the master, I can't abandon you." ', I swore it."

"Thanks to Your Highness's love." Lance said, "I will definitely perform my duties and protect you personally."

"That's not bad." Luke said with satisfaction.

At this time, there was a light knock on the door, and the little nun who was handing sugar water knocked on the door and said, "His Royal Highness Luke, there are many people outside who want to see you."

Luke handed her the water glass, observed her expression and said, "Thank you for the sugar water."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, as long as you like it." The little nun blushed and waved her hands, carefully taking the water glass.

It didn't look like it was on purpose... maybe she was just a careless girl.

Luke asked, "You said someone outside wants to see me, what's the matter?"

"It was a patient who had suffered from the plague. They all said that the plague was a curse from a pagan god, and it was His Highness the little prince who fought against the curse heroically and saved them." The little nun looked at Luke with bright eyes, "Your Highness, what they said Is it all true?"

Luke was slightly taken aback.

He did not announce to the public that he went to the northern cities and settled in St. Martin's Abbey. Only the nuns and Count Cecil knew about it.

Besides, he just introduced all the curses into his body, and it should be Lance who finally solved the curses.

How did the patients know about it?

Seeing his expression, the little nun rejoiced and said, "That seems to be true. The God of Light asked His Highness to come down to disperse the plague—as expected, He did not abandon us."

In the words, he almost regarded the demon Luke as an emissary sent by the God of Light.

Simply ridiculous.

Luke glanced at Lance, and wanted to take him there, but then remembered that his current physical condition was not suitable for moving, so he gave up the idea.

"I'll go take a look first," he said.

"Your Highness," Lance stopped him, "All I did was for you. I was able to defeat the curse because His Highness suffered from it."

"This honor is an opportunity for Your Highness, there is no need to say more about me."

Luke knew what he was referring to.

Lance wanted to attribute all the plague to him, and such a major achievement as getting rid of the plague would become a cornerstone of his ascension to the throne.

"...I see." Luke said, "Thank you for thinking about me, Lance."

He pushed open the door and walked towards the people he had saved.

Inside and outside the country, north and south, inside and outside the walls of the holy capital, all the patients suffering from the plague had the same dream before the curse left.

In the dream, it was a beautiful boy with blond hair and purple eyes who exorcised the curse.

Soon, Earl Cecil, the lord of Erli City, confirmed that the boy in his dream was Luke, the little prince of the Holy Kingdom.

According to word of mouth, people believed that this dream was a sign from the God of Light to his people—he sent the chosen one to save the world, and the chosen one was Luke.

Luke would be the future king.

They would not know that the God of Darkness devoured Oneiroi, obtained the power of Oneiroi to control dreams, and then fabricated false images and implanted them in people's dreams.

"Although that's the truth." Osiris spat out a snake letter rather dissatisfied, "My overly kind child wants to risk sacrifice for human beings...it's not evil."

At this time, He was possessed by a snake, which lived in a crack in the wall of the orphanage and had been sleeping all winter.

In June, the north gradually warms up, the ice gradually melts, and snakes just wake up from hibernation.

Osiris wobbled his stiff tail, moved slowly out of the crack in the wall, and looked at the open space in front of the orphanage.

There, Luke was leading a little boy, negotiating with the director of the orphanage.

The little prince was surrounded by a circle of fiery red fox fur, the blush on his cheeks was reflected by the red fox, and the round white water mist spewed out from his red lips, which looked very cute in the eyes of a certain snake.

After the curse disappeared, the patients left St. Martin's Abbey one after another, but the little boy Silian, whom Luke rescued from Lobito Castle, was homeless.

After careful consideration and many inquiries, Luke planned to send Cillian to the orphanage in Erli City, and then distribute part of his belongings as funds for upgrading and renovating the orphanage.

However, the most urgent task is how to integrate Xilian into a new city, into these strange children with different accents in the orphanage.

"Kids, just play more." The director of the orphanage suggested quite heartily.

"What do children usually play?" Luke asked.

The dean pointed to an open space in front of the woods: "Snowball fights, sledding, etc..."

"Skate?" Luke asked with great interest.

"Yes, the ice sled is an important means of transportation here. People usually sit in the front and goods are loaded in the back. For the convenience of children, we have installed seats in the back so that two children can slide and play together. "

"Sounds interesting." Luke's eyes sparkled.

Gliding on the ice, as fast as the wind, no matter in modern times or in the warm holy city, he is far away from such a fresh way of playing.

He really wanted to try it himself, but doing so would hinder his status.

Even watching the children play is fine.

"However," the dean changed the subject, "After the snowfall the day before yesterday, the weather has turned warmer, and the ice and snow have melted, so we can no longer play."

"...Oh." Luke was disappointed.

At this time, a person slowly stepped down from the carriage not far behind him.

Luke turned his head when he heard the sound, and went to help him in three steps at a time.

"Lance, you can just rest in the carriage, why did you get down?"

Lance was also wearing a thick leather jacket, and his steps were a little slow.The pain is getting better day by day, and he is gradually adapting to the new feeling, and he can already walk on the ground.

"Your Highness, I also want to skate on the sled." He put an arm on Luke's shoulder and said with a smile.

"You still want to play after this?" Luke realized something, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Wait, why is it 'I want to'? Did I say that I want to go skating?"

"His Highness's eyes can speak." Lance said leaning against him.

This is obviously an explanation, but it seems to be boasting.

Luke's face turned even redder from the cold.

He whispered, "Even if you want to play, there are no physical conditions...the ice has melted."

"As long as His Highness thinks, everything can come true." Lance said.

He raised his right hand, and there were many small light spots of light gold in the palm of his hand. In an instant, the temperature of the whole area dropped sharply, and the muddy surface froze again; he used the holy power again, and the ice surface was as clean as new.

"that's it."

Lance grinned like a big kid building a new toy, looking at Luke with emerald green eyes, as if wanting his reward.

Luke's eyes widened in amazement.

He looked at the big dog beside him wagging his tail, eager to get a reward, and said in a good mood:

"The reward is - I can play with you."

Anyway, it was a pair of sleds, and he and Lance just happened to team up.

The director of the orphanage folded his arms and said in surprise, "Why is it freezing all of a sudden? Hiss, it's really cold."

It was indeed a lot colder.

Luke and Lance looked at each other and smiled. They were happy, but Osiris not far away was in bad luck.

What He possesses is a snake that gets its body temperature from the outside world.

When Lance lowered the temperature again, he only felt his body temperature plummet, his body stiffened, and his consciousness became hazy.

——He wanted to hibernate again.

The author has something to say: Hateful Guangming dog, ahhhhh! (Cry of Osiris) Do you know whose pain your happiness is based on?ah? ! !

Luke: To be honest, Lance, when you were transforming that ice surface, I was very afraid that you would suddenly sing "let? it? go...

感谢在2021-07-15?17:58:07~2021-07-16?17:48:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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