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

"You still want to be the same as before,? Tampering with my memory?"

Luke held his hand.

Lance stared at him, the light in his palm gradually faded, and he shook Luke's hand back.

"When was the last time?" Luke said with a cold expression, "I had a reception at night with the young patriarch Horkheimer,? That time,? Osiris also appeared, right?"

Lance defaults.

"Give me back the memory." Luke demanded.

Lance said: "I just added a layer of seal to His Highness's memory. If it is not constantly strengthened,? The seal will wear off naturally,? Let them return to His Highness's memory."

"They will come back gradually?" Luke frowned.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Luke was lost in thought.

So the memory of the previous life,? Was it also sealed by Lance at that time,? Now,? The seal is worn out,? Will it flash in his dreams?

Seeing his expression sink, Lance thought His Highness was angry about this, so he said sincerely, "I just want to help Your Highness avoid pain."

Luke looked up at him.

"Thank you for protecting me all the time. But, Lance, I hate cheating,? I don't want to live in a fake world that you made up."

"I see." Lance said after a long time, "I won't do this again in the future."

He embraced Luke, let him lean on his arms, embraced and fell asleep.

After getting his promise, the blond boy quickly fell asleep in peace.

Lance watched his sleeping face all night.

Your Highness... really trusts him.

Luke secretly returned to the holy capital, and the first person to hear the news was Angelo with a keen sense of smell.

Through him, Luke got in touch with Xia Zuo and his hidden noble forces in the holy capital.

The soldiers and horses of the palace ministers guarded the walls of the capital day and night, to guard against any changes during the coronation ceremony.And Luke's internal response has already figured out the situation of the city's defenses, and he only needs to wait for the day of the coronation to cooperate with the internal and external to break the city in one fell swoop.

At dawn on the day the city was broken, when Lance put on the armor for Luke, Angelo brought a man.

The old king was unkempt, bloated, and staggering.The silk clothes he was wearing were dirty and left unattended, he was hungry and thirsty and left unattended, and he hadn't bathed for three or four days.

"Where is the good wine? Beauty? You lied to me again!" The old king mistook An Qiluo for being the prince's subordinate, and complained:

"Nizi! You lied to me that you will enjoy endless glory and wealth after retiring, and you don't need to hold a king's meeting, but there is nothing in the end!"

Angelo didn't bother to help him, and let him fall on the carpet in front of Luke.

Luke turned the armor on his arm, and looked down at the downcast old king.

"Father." He said lightly, "No, father."

The old king raised his head when he heard a familiar voice, and only then found Luke.

The young man wears strong and sharp clothes, his tall and straight figure is no different from that of a real soldier, his messy hair is dyed with the roughness of marching, and his eyebrows and eyes are heroic when he is quiet.

The old king didn't recognize who he was at first.

But when Luke smiled slightly, it was like a rose blooming in an instant.Delicacy and iron blood form a sharp contrast, and they can be perfectly combined in him.

It was such a face that became a substitute for the old king who missed that woman.

Luke smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Father," he said as if coaxing a child, "how about taking that villain who bullied you down from the throne and replacing me with me as the king, and keeping you safe for the rest of your life?"

"You..." The old king felt the danger slowly.

"Is father doubting me?" Luke squatted down, "I have never disobeyed you, and I have always been your best son, haven't I?"

"Luke, my good son..." The old king struggled and rushed towards him, "Help me..."

"As long as you identify the act of the palace minister forcing you to abdicate on the spot, and tell the truth about your abuse." Luke said with a smile, "By the way, declare me as the sole legal heir."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, you have to keep your promise..."

Through the iron armor, Luke patted the old king's head lightly.

He lowered his eyes and smiled innocently, but the friction of the iron armor made a sound like a guillotine.

"Protect him on his horse and prepare to attack the city." Luke stood up with indifference in his eyes.

After the old king was taken out, Angelo shrugged and said, "The king has been poisoned, do you need me to pick up Miss Aphra and treat him?"

"How long?" Luke asked.

"At least for a day."

"Enough." Luke put on his helmet and walked out into the blue sky.

The siege went very smoothly.

The palace minister Yidang never expected that he would get the news so quickly and act so swiftly, so he was caught off guard.

At the coronation ceremony where thousands of people gathered, Luke rode in. The crowd talked a lot and gave way to the prince and his personal guards.

The sound of fighting around the coronation ceremony was coming to an end. The cavalry under the eight noble lords and the northern cavalry surrounded the ceremony site from four directions. Xia Zuo took the lead in charging and split the general supported by the palace minister into two halves.

When Liu Ya was shot, the civilians were terrified. Luke said "Lance", and an invisible light curtain enveloped the civilians, blocking Liu Ya from the outside.

The scene was completely controlled by Luke.

"You, how is it possible...!" The palace minister stared at Luke, his eyes tearing open.

Luke took off his helmet, and with a calm smile on his face, he approached them unhurriedly.

The palace minister drew out his sword: "The situation is settled. Dole Charlemagne has personally written the will for the eldest prince to inherit the throne. What are you doing?"

"What am I here for?" Luke sneered, "I'm here to kill the usurper for my father."

Following his words, the king rushed out, crying hoarsely, complaining that the palace minister violated the agreement, and crying that the eldest prince was ungrateful and abused him.

He roared at them with a crying voice, his red face shaking uncontrollably, and everyone confirmed that this was the real old king.

It was also the first time that the old king had attracted the attention of so many people. The more he howled, the more he devoted himself. He turned around and met the Pope who was about to be crowned with the crown in his hand.

"Brother! How much I trust you, but you are helping my son-in-law and relatives, trying to torture me! Put me to death!"

The old king and the pope were biological brothers, and the success of the throne depended entirely on the support of the pope.His trust was betrayed, and the indictment felt real.

"Aiding the tyrant to abuse, brothers killing each other." Lu Jialang said, "Uncle, you are no longer worthy to be Pope."

Enough slapstick.

"Go ahead." Luke said coldly.

It was a fierce, but decided battle.

Luke cut off the head of the palace minister's neck, and all the guards died.

The queen and the eldest prince are arrested, and the pope is defeated by Lance, who will be executed secretly in a few days.

late at night.

After Luke finished dealing with the mess, the blood on the armor had dried up and was splattered with mottled stains.

He walked through the brightly lit corridors of the palace and into a heavily guarded bedroom.

The old king was lying on the bed, moaning because of the poison in his body.

"Keep an eye on the door. Without my permission, no one is allowed to enter, including my contracted knight." Luke said to the guards.

He ordered Lance to watch over the Pope himself, and Lance might not be able to keep an eye on him all the time.

"Yes, Your Highness." The guards said in unison.

The door closed tightly behind Luke.

With blood on his hands, the young prince stood silently on the blanket under the moonlight.

He punitively forced himself to listen to his biological father's painful murmur, but gradually lost his mind and listened to the sound of rain outside the window.

It's raining again.

This heavy rain will baptize this bloody day. After tonight, the palace is still a magnificent palace.

"It hurts...Woman, where is the woman...Doctor..." Moaning continued.

Luke turned silently under the moonlight.

The old king gasped violently, his face turned red and turned pale at times.The poison given to him by the minister of the palace was very strange. His death under such circumstances was not like a poisoned death, but more like a sudden death in an accidental intercourse.

In order to fully match the character of the old king, the palace minister took great care in poisoning.

Luke took out the portrait of his mother from under the armor on his heart.

"Do you remember this woman?"

The old king suddenly froze.

"My Elizabeth..."

Luke's eyes darkened.

The old king rushed towards the portrait in his hand like he was on a stimulant.Luke hid the portrait, but was grabbed by the wrist and dragged to the bed.

Drugged old lunatic.

But Luke was crazier than him.

Instead of dodging, Luke grabbed the old king's collar, grabbed him by the neck, and pressed him closely.

"Where is Lance's real biological mother buried?"

The old king didn't expect him to come over aggressively, but asked an irrelevant question.

"Can not remember……"

It was "can't remember", not "don't know", which means that the old king knew Lance's mother.

"Say!" Luke growled.

"Ask the queen!" The old king struggled back, "All my women are handled by her, she knows!"

Luke let him go.

Both he and Lance's mother were lovers of the king.

He suddenly felt amused, and slid down the side of the bed dejectedly, sitting on the carpet.

"You know that Lance and I are half-brothers, but you want us to be friends, and imagine a dirty physical relationship between our brothers."

Luke twitched the corner of his mouth in an ugly way.

"It makes me unsure at times...whether my father is a man or a beast."

"You know?" The old king panted heavily, "Don't you like it? Isn't that more exciting?"

Luke put his forehead on his knees and chuckled.

Laughing, his armor was trembling, as if rainwater from outside the window had fallen in. It was salty, and there were two silvery water marks on the armor on the inner side of his knees.

Perhaps his father regarded him as little Elizabeth, and pinned his desire to steal the duchess on Lance...

never mind.

He doesn't have to understand a freaking idea.

Luke sat up all night, listening to his biological father's dying struggle, and then his breathing gradually became weaker, and finally even the faintest breath stopped.

Only the dull sound of rain remained.

The sky is gloomy, and it is impossible to distinguish night from day.Luke thought that the time and space he was in was eternal night, until Lance opened the door.

"What time is it?" He asked with red eyes.

"Morning, Your Highness." Lance walked slowly. "I'm sorry for violating your order. There has been no sound in the room. I'm very worried."

"Hmm." Luke didn't say anything.

Lance swept over the old king's body and knelt down in front of Luke.

"Look at him more," Luke said, "remember him."

Remember the way your father died.

Lance didn't know why, he didn't understand why His Highness asked him to pay attention to the old king, but he did.

The body was normal.

"Your Highness?" Lance asked.

Luke shook his head.

He couldn't tell Lance that they were both princes.

Royal blood, especially the blood of the previous king, means many things.It means that Reims also has the right to inherit the throne and the right to vote for the Pope.

Brothers fought against each other, fought against each other, almost every generation of kings was stained with the blood of their brothers and sisters, and in the end they were left alone.

The pope and the old king, he and the eldest prince, and he and Lance...

Luke wouldn't give Lance the chance to grow full feathers and pose any threat to his throne.

What's more, the fate of the previous life is constantly warning him.

He lowered his eyelashes, watching Lance take off his armor little by little, rubbed his bruised skin, and hugged him in his arms.

"Your Highness, don't be sad." Lance comforted him softly, "No matter what happens, I will always be by your side faithfully."

Luke knew that he was a selfish and suspicious person, not worthy of any trust and love.

He would rather break one of his wings than let Lance's wing fly independently and abandon him.

"It's time to prepare for the funeral." Luke greedily sniffed the breath on Lance's neck.

"Your Highness, I want to crown you." Lance said, embracing him.

"No," Luke said.

He pushed Lance away and pressed his shoulder, his eyes were already dry.

The "no" he said was not only referring to the coronation, but also referring to the love that Lance had confided to him that morning in the abbey, across a floor of broken china.

Lance said, will wait for him to give an answer.

"Do not."

Luke said calmly.

"—this is the answer you've been waiting for."

The author has something to say: I can't speak up anymore, and the author is also very sad and crying.

感谢在2021-07-21?17:45:50~2021-07-22?17:53:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 42313091, Ying Chitose? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：雨后黄昏?20瓶；乔家怂怂?10瓶；原逐月、老茶?5瓶；共此灯烛光、作业使我头秃?3瓶；凃荼、土豆糊?1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!