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

"'No.'—that's the answer you've been waiting for."

Trust was ravaged,? Love was slaughtered.

When Luke heard these words spit out from his own mouth, his heart seemed to be bleeding profusely.

He was terrified of what kind of expression Lance would show, but he still forced himself to open his eyes wide,? to look directly at Lance,? to face the pain he had brought to Lance.

This is his crime and punishment.

Anger, sadness, disappointment... none of it.

Lance lost his expression, and stared at him blankly, his clear eyes were a little bewildered, as if someone who heard the bad news at first, couldn't tell whether it was fantasy or reality.

"Your Highness,? It's still too early to say these things." He slowly put on a smile, "I can still wait..."

"No need to wait,? I've made up my mind." Luke interrupted him coldly, "Even if we can't respond to you,? We are still monarchs,? You are still my most important contract knight."

"The remnant party of the palace minister retreated to the southwest, stubbornly resisting, and wanted to split the land of our Holy Kingdom. You immediately lead your troops to the southwest to attack the city and regain the country for me."

Any nobleman who can be trusted can fight the remnants for him.Luke just chose Lance,? The real reason is to drive him away from the center of power.

Lance's glass-like green eyes stared blankly at him, slowly turning from pure to dark and cloudy, as if he had fallen into a dark quagmire.

Receiving that look, Luke unconsciously pressed his hand on his heart, trying to relieve some of the pain in his heart.

He stood up.

"That's it. You rest for a day, prepare your troops and horses, and set off immediately."

As soon as Luke took a step, he stopped.

He turned around and found that the corner of his clothes was being held by Lance's hand.

That's not a very heavy force, and it can be pulled out with a light movement.

However, Lance's whole arm and whole body were trembling, as if a desperate drowning man was trying his best to grab the last straw.

"Your Highness, I still have value. I can also warm your body, make you small cakes...do anything for you."

Kneeling on the cold floor, he pleaded with Luke in the most humble gesture.

"If I've done something wrong, I'll change it. Please don't... don't drive me away from your side."

His eyes were terribly red.

Luke turned his face away, unable to bear to look any further.

"You did nothing wrong."

With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned the robe, and the single robe with his body temperature slipped off and fell into Lance's hands.

Luke quickened his pace and left the bedroom.

He suddenly remembered that even the clothes he just took off were put on by Lance himself.

He stroked his forearm, feeling a little cold in midsummer.

There was a "boom" of thunder outside the window, waking Luke awake.

Since leaving Lance, he has performed the duties of the last heir to the throne like a walking dead, and then he was too tired and fell asleep in the gray darkness.

There was a knock on the door, and Luke said "Come in", and his newly appointed deputy head of the Royal Knights walked in.

"Your Highness, someone trespassed on the dungeon."

With a serious look on his face, Luke immediately sat up, put on a random piece of clothing, and walked quickly to the dungeon with the deputy knight commander.

"The eldest prince and queen were rescued? What about the other prisoners? How about the casualties of the guards?" He asked a series of questions.

"No....Your Highness, none of the felons left the dungeon, and the guards did not suffer any casualties."

Luke frowned: "What happened?"

"It happened so strangely. It is estimated that 26 prisoners died, including the original prince, queen and pope."

The deputy knight commander said solemnly: "Your Highness—the trespasser seems to be here not to save people, but to kill people."

At this time, Luke had arrived at the dungeon. The lights in the dungeon were brightly lit, and the charred corpses were lined up neatly. The surviving prisoners kept begging for mercy and praying, like mosquitoes buzzing in terror.

It's like hell on earth.

Luke knelt down to inspect the charred corpse, and listened to the deputy knight commander's report.

"No one noticed when the incident happened, and they only learned of the situation after smelling the scorched earth. The prisoner should have made a lot of noise when he was struggling before dying, but no one noticed. This is unreasonable..."

Another guard said: "It's like sleepwalking in the middle, and the memory is inexplicably missing. Who is the arsonist, we haven't even seen a shadow."

Luke studied the corpse carefully.

It died in a strange posture, kneeling on its knees, clasping its hands, and raising its head—like praying before a statue of a god.

"Who is this corpse?"

"Will Barker. If he hadn't been imprisoned for slandering and murdering the children of nobles, he would be the Grand Prince's knight in contract."

It was the Knight of Will that Luke had won in the arena.

While Luke was bowing his head in thought, a commotion broke out in another prison.

He hurried over and witnessed a living prisoner with golden flames bursting out of his body while kneeling and praying, and his body and soul were burned.

That golden flame made Luke very familiar.

He went directly to the provocative prisoner, stretched out his hand, and touched Jin Yan amidst the dissuading exclamations of all the knights and guards.

Jin Yan, who was supposed to be violent and cruel, turned into a warm trickle when it came into contact with Luke.

The noise gradually subsided, and everyone quietly watched the spectacle.

"God bless my lord."

"God bless my lord, even the tricks of the wicked will be afraid of His Highness's sageness."

……fear?

Luke smiled wryly.

All the prisoners who were burned to death had confronted him head-on and wanted to kill him.

If the execution of the enemy was Lance's demonstration against him, then this demonstration was too gentle.

Luke also felt strange.

After Lance killed so many people, he actually felt that Lance was gentle.

and……

Luke looked at the corpses of the eldest prince and the pope.

They were all members of the Charlemagne family, and without knowing it, Lance's hands were stained with the blood of his blood relatives.

"If you disregard the laws of the country, your heart will be punished." The deputy knight commander said angrily, "Your Highness, we will search for the warlock who set the fire now."

"No need." Luke stopped him, "Show these corpses to the public for three days—in the name of divine punishment from heaven."

Lance didn't know that they were his blood relatives, and those who didn't know were innocent.

Therefore, the crime of "parricide" should not be on Lance, but on Luke.

Thinking of this, Luke felt a burst of relief.

only……

From the mouth of the old king, Luke guessed that the queen might know about Lance's biological mother.

Lance can read and tamper with other people's memories. Could he have read the queen's memory and learned something from it?

With such worries in mind, Luke buried himself in government affairs day and night.Then, while he was busy, he heard the news that Lance led the army to leave the holy capital.

"Isn't the master going to see him off?" Angelo asked.

He was appointed as the new head of the intelligence department, responsible for collecting intelligence for Luke, and secretly escorting important people when necessary.

"No." Luke didn't lift his head.

If he went to see him off, he was afraid that he would regret it, so he couldn't help but make some gaffe.

"It's heartless." Angelo said in an exaggerated tone, "Throw it away when you're done using it."

Luke rolled his eyelids, and said coldly, "Have you arranged everything I told you to do?"

"Of course." Angelo said, "The three knights and two attendants beside Lance are my spy agents, and the custodians will report his every move to the master."

"Okay," Luke said.

He got the first information about Lance that afternoon.

It contains Lance's words and deeds, but there are only 34 lines after repeated repetitions. Luke has memorized all the words above, and still feels dissatisfied.

"Can't you go into more detail?" He shook the note and said to An Qiluo, "What did he have for lunch? Did he have a rest? Was it raining? How is his mental state?... He didn't write anything."

Angelo squinted one eye at the future king with a strange look.

The intelligence is generally concise and to the point, and the contact information of the person under surveillance is recorded to prevent conspiracy and rebellion.

And Luke's focus is obviously not on these cold words, but on whether Lance is doing well or not.

An Qiluo sighed: "Master, if you care about him so much, you might as well follow the army to find him. Or transfer him back, live in the palace, and pamper him every day."

Luke turned a deaf ear and slapped the note on the table again. "Unqualified, rewrite. You go there yourself."

"Yes—it must be detailed enough to write down the color of Lance's underwear!" Angelo said playfully.

A bottle of ink was thrown over and he caught it.

Luke's voice was annoyed: "Stop talking nonsense. What is the most discussed topic among the nobles these two days?"

"'The position of the head of the Royal Knights'." Angelo said, "Master, you appointed the deputy head, but the position of the head is vacant. Everyone is guessing which young master you will appoint."

The position of knight commander should have been assumed by the contract knight Lance.

But Luke transferred him away from the center of power, and didn't even send him off in person. Such an indifferent attitude made the nobles' minds active.

"—The hottest candidate right now is 'Xiazuo Cecil'." Angelo said, "Is this the master's plan as well?"

"...No." Luke was startled.

This position was subconsciously reserved for Lance, and no one could replace it.

If Lance doesn't come back for a day, that position will be vacant for a day, and no one will ever get his hands on it.

"Go down," he said.

When he was the only one left in the study, Luke's eyes slowly slid to the little intelligence note.

He twisted the note, read it twice, and rubbed it against his cheek.

After Lance left, Luke realized how silent the room was alone.

In the past, when he was buried in work or reading, Lance never made any noise to disturb him, almost no sense of presence.

But there is always a breathing sound, a slow heartbeat, silently accompanying him.

Now he was alone.

Luke hugged the little note, lying silently on the table, shrinking himself into a small ball.

Miss his breathing, miss his heartbeat, miss his silent and warm company.

Lance is a drug that is difficult to quit.

Luke dug his nails into his palms, and kept comforting himself that as long as he worked harder, he would be able to endure the withdrawal reaction.

At this time, something fluffy brushed his cheek.

Luke looked up and found a fat cat with a black body on his desk. It was this fat cat that swept his cheek with its fur just now.

"Where did you come from?" he asked.

Of course the black cat would not answer.

Luke was in a daze, and didn't notice that the black cat had a pair of strange purple eyes.

He reached out to stroke the black cat's forehead, but it avoided it uncomfortably.

Luke's eyes became darker, and he lay back again.

Seeing this, the black cat felt a little regretful, and tentatively rubbed it over, pressing the pad on the boy's cheek.

Luke raised his face and slowly hugged the black cat in his arms.

The black cat endured the desire to blow its fur, and tightly locked its paws, not scratching anyone.

It was held tighter and tighter, and from that strength, it seemed that the boy's sadness could be felt.

"I thought he wasn't that important." Luke said softly.

"But I was wrong."

A drop of hot liquid landed on the black cat's neck.

"...I miss him so much."

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Luke, who started spying (crossed out) on Lance, gradually became abnormal.

Of course, Lance did not obey and leave the holy capital.How could the biggest pervert in this book give up so easily?

Angelo is not a pervert.So he didn't peek at the color of Lance's underwear after all.

感谢在2021-07-22?17:53:43~2021-07-23?17:51:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast deep-water torpedoes: Sang’s dog? 20; Wu Lei’s wife? 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Pula Pula? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: cute cheese? 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：云楚安?6瓶；玩东北泥巴?5瓶；Aki、年枣子、晴?3瓶；柏凛、陌上云初、凃荼、一只猫?2瓶；共此灯烛光?1瓶；

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