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

In the early morning, mist filled the wilderness.

The black steed was lying among the sparse weeds. It snorted, its dull eyes suddenly turned purple, and got up from the grass.

In the battle with the God of Light, Osiris was wounded, but not fundamentally.He stumbled into a coma for a while, then woke up.

There was no sound in the wilderness, and the God of Light had already left.

Apparently, they still haven't been able to stop the gods from taking Lance.

It's not bad...

A figure slowly walked in the mist. Osiris squinted his eyes, and was shocked to realize that the person walking slowly was Lance, while the boy in Lance's arms was hanging his hands and feet limply. vitality.

"...Luke." Osiris murmured, "Luke!"

"He used the spirit of words to take me back from the hands of the God of Light. I cured him, and he was alive,? But... he couldn't wake up."

Lance staggered, hugged Luke, and fell to his knees in front of Osiris.

His eyes were empty: "Your Majesty's soul has disappeared from here."

The price of regaining one's soul is losing one's own.

Lance didn't know if Luke's soul was wandering in the darkness, reincarnated, or... had completely dissipated.

Osiris let out a long whimper.

He kept circling around the two of them, raised his horse's hoof many times, and was about to step on Lance, then retracted it, stomping hard on the ground, splashing dust.

Lance stroked Luke's skin inch by inch, intersecting his fingers.The boy's fingers were as soft as ever, but something was different.

"His ring is gone," Lance said, shaking his hand.

The Ouroboros Ring, which is the sacred object of the Dark God, the Ring of Osiris, can transform desire into life force.

The ring that should only be taken off by Osiris has disappeared.

Osiris looked at Luke's empty fingers, thought for a moment, and suddenly said excitedly: "Luke's soul is not dead! Where else is he still..."

"What?" There was a glimmer of hope in Lance's eyes.

"This ring was born with me and has infinite divine power. Luke was born weak and suffered from leg problems. I engraved it in his soul, absorbed energy from the desire in his soul, and transformed it into vitality, to maintain a healthy body for him."

Because of the desire to devour, the Ouroboros Ring also restrained the succubus' desire to a certain extent, and delayed and relieved Luke's succubi symptoms.

Both Luke and Lance thought that the ring was used to hide the identity of the devil, but they did not expect that its original purpose was to maintain life.

"You said that the ring is connected to His Majesty's soul, which means..."

"That's right." Osiris said, "If Luke's soul dissipates, the ring will automatically fall off and return to my hand. Now it seems that the ring should have drifted away with him to a distant place and landed on another body. .”

Lance asked, "Can you feel where the ring is?"

After a while, Osiris flicked his ponytail anxiously: "I am blocked by the 'wall of time'. Luke may have gone to another timeline."

Lance was startled.

During the brief connection with the God of Light, he obtained some information about him.

Among the gods, only the God of Creation can interfere with time. He fulfilled Lance's wish, created the current timeline with his own hands, and put the souls of Lance and Luke here from modern times.

If it is said that the Ouroboros Ring followed Luke to another timeline, then Luke... probably returned to the "modern" body.

"I know where His Majesty is." Lance's emerald green eyes rekindled their light.

He told Osiris about his past with Luke III, and the ins and outs between them.During the process, Osiris flew into a rage several times and wanted to beat Lance, but also blamed himself for not being able to help Luke before, and wanted to beat himself.

Finally, He suggested: "You can try to go to that timeline along Luke's trajectory, and return to your body in that timeline."

Hearing this, Lance paused, his expression gloomy.

"The 'I' in that timeline...is no longer there."

modern.

Luke picked up the parchment scroll featuring Lance in the library of the mansion.

The epic of the god-king, the history that really happened—with it, Luke was able to predict the future, save himself from danger many times, and finally make up for the regret about his sister.

What a coincidence, isn't it?

The inheritance he inherited is exactly the same as his prince's mansion. Before crossing, he was deliberately guided to read this heroic epic.

He has always suspected that someone carefully planned this time travel, and suspected that someone was secretly spying on him.

Thinking about it carefully, when he suffered from bipolar disorder and self-harm two years ago, someone called an ambulance for no reason.

The person hiding in the dark has always wanted to protect him.

...Lance, have you ever been to this world?

Luke put away the parchment and looked up at the person in charge of the mansion, the person who contacted him to transfer the ownership of the house and led him to read the parchment.

It was an old butler with honest and honest eyes, and there was no secret in his eyes, it seemed that he was just a simple messenger.

"Who was the original owner of this mansion? I want to see him." Luke said.

"...Sir, I'm sorry, Mr. Black Charlemagne passed away three days ago." The old butler said respectfully, "His will said that I will present the ancestral house and the parchment to you."

Luke was slightly disappointed.

Yes, that man is named Blake, his distant relative.Since it is an inheritance, it also means that the person has passed away.

"May I see the genealogy of M. Blake Charlemagne?" he asked.

"Everything here belongs to you." The old housekeeper bowed, and found a thick genealogy tree from the bookshelf.

There is a huge family tree drawn in the genealogy. From the family tree, we can see that this Charlemagne family was independent from the main family more than 300 years ago. Luke looked down one by one along the family tree. Lance is similar.

Also, each person's biological mother is not recorded on the family tree.Immediately after the death of a patriarch, a new young heir succeeded him, and this single-line extension continued until modern times.

"Are there any portraits or photographs of them?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, sir," said the old butler, "all the surviving portraits were lost in wars and migrations."

"Even Blake Charlemagne doesn't have a picture?"

"He doesn't like taking pictures of himself," said the butler.

Luke frowned.

Too strange.What are these people hiding their faces for?

"However..." the butler turned around, "Mr. Black has a self-portrait in this mansion, and he didn't tell me where it is."

"Blake Charlemagne can paint?"

"Yes, he likes painting and photography."

Luke thought for a while and said, "Take me to a place."

Under his command, the old butler pushed him outside, through the deserted garden, to a stone bungalow at the foot of the mansion.

In the Holy Kingdom, this is Lance's private studio.

They used to drink and have fun on their common birthday night, and when they were drunk, they gave each other the most precious birthday presents... everything seemed to happen yesterday.

The door is locked.

The housekeeper was embarrassed: "This is Mr. Black's private room, I don't have the key here..."

Luke looked at the decorative chandelier by the door: "Go there and look for it."

Sure enough, the old butler found the key in the chandelier. He looked at the future owner of the mansion in surprise, not understanding why he would know.

Luke secretly clenched his fists.

...the key is hidden in the same location as Lance.

The door swung open, but there was no light inside. The old housekeeper turned on the flashlight and was taken aback.

There are portraits hanging on all four walls. The protagonist in the painting is the boy in a wheelchair in front of him, but he is wearing strange clothes and classical style, like a prince in history.

Each stroke expresses a strong and lingering love.

The old housekeeper looked at the painting, then at Luke, a little flustered.

He had never seen any friendship between Black and this Mr. Luke, so why did he do such an outrageous thing in private? ...would his new master think too much?

Luke looked at the paintings and remained silent for a long time.

The sound of his breathing was very clear in the silent studio, and it became more and more heavy, as if every breath used up all the strength in his whole body, so that he could have the strength to sit in the wheelchair.

"Check the corner to see if there is a dark room." Luke said softly, his voice a little hoarse.

The door leading to the underground dark room was not difficult to find. The old housekeeper opened the secret door and pushed Luke down.

Luke noticed that the steps were intentionally sloped, just wide enough for his wheelchair to pass.

He noticed that the basement was shrouded in red light, and immediately said, "Don't turn on the flashlight."

Dim red light won't damage the development of photo paper, but the light from a flashlight will.

This is a darkroom used to develop photos. Under the dark red light, the sink, photo paper, paper cutter, bottles and cans...all the items are placed very neatly.

And on the wall, there are full of photos.

All are Luke.

From childhood to adulthood, joys and sorrows, the most exciting and unforgettable moments are posted on the wall, and there are stacks of photo albums underneath.

Someone had been here, secretly peeking into Luke's life.

Photos were taken, developed and printed by hand, and screened.Watch it again and again, memorizing all the details.

Document Luke's entire life—a life that never existed without Lance.

Because of that last order, Lance did not interfere, did not intervene, and stayed far away. As a complete bystander, he devoted himself to observing.

He did it.

"Mr. Charlemagne." The old butler said, "I found this."

Luke took a diary and a roll of portraits from the anxious old man.

In the portrait, Lance is dressed in a neat suit, with silver hair hanging down his waist, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He is gentle and polite, like a professor.

Luke imagined what Lance would look like in modern times.

He opened the diary.

[What His Majesty saw just now is all my evidence of guilt. ]

The familiar handwriting and tone made Luke's nose ache.

[I waited in this world for 300 years before His Majesty was born.I confess all the evidence to you, and I hope you can forgive me for my uncontrollable thoughts. ]

[Sorry, I still can't completely miss you. ]

[I'm also sorry... This world doesn't seem to satisfy you. The legs that have been backlashed by black magic are related to the soul. I can't heal them, and I can't make you happy. ]

Luke covered his mouth and nose, his hands trembling slightly.

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken it would be for Lance to see him from afar, unable to do anything about self-mutilation.

[I thought for a long time about why you are unhappy, and finally came up with an answer. ]

[You don't belong here.Only by going back to the original starting point and starting again can you see your smile again. ]

[So I made a deal with God. ]

[Health and loved ones, I hope you can have it. ]

[And, hopefully, that history book will help you. ]

It's over here.

It was a thick diary, but there were only short handwriting on the last few pages.Luke seemed to see that Lance had finished writing the entire diary, and then deleted pages and pages into blanks, just like Lance's own life, being deleted to blanks.

Perhaps after that end, Lance still confided in something else, and kept deleting, deleting, and subtracting, and finally left only apologies and blessings full of restraint.

In fact, according to Lance's arrangement, it is impossible for Luke to see this diary.

What kind of mood did Lance have when he wrote a letter with a restrained pen to a person who would never see the letter.

Luke held the diary and self-portrait, and remained silent.

In the silent underground space, the old butler became more and more apprehensive.

He only found out today that the previous employer he served turned out to be a voyeuristic pervert, and the object of voyeurism was still the current employer.

Even a cowardly person would be furious when his privacy was violated, not to mention that this Mr. Luke Charlemagne has always been known to have a bad temper, and he does not know when he will erupt in silence.

The old butler was frightened for a long while, and suddenly heard a soft sob.

Luke was crying.

Laughing at the same time.

He laughed and cried, tears rolled down the corners of his raised lips, he was very happy, but also seemed extremely sad.

He was very happy, because in this modern world where he thought everyone hated him, there was always someone who secretly loved him.

But he knew too late.

"Please..." Luke raised his watery eyes and said to the housekeeper, "Please take me to the place where he was buried."

holy country.

The plague is eliminated, the flood is receded, and the rebel party is eliminated.

After a hundred years of decline, the whole country has entered a golden age under the rule of the ruler.

However, the king in this prosperous age was sick all the year round, rarely attended the king's council, and almost all state affairs were presided over by ministers and the pope.

In the king's bedroom, Lance put his arms around the sleeping young king, looked at him, whispered love words and anecdotes, and stayed still for days and nights at a time.

This has been the tenth year that Luke has been asleep, and time has left no trace on them.

The flow of time in the two timelines is different. In the modern 1 minute, several months have passed in the Holy Kingdom; in the modern 10 minutes, it is ten years in the Holy Kingdom.

Afra knocked on the door and sat in the high-backed chair next to their bed.

Ten years later, she ascended to the position of pope, and she grew from a pure and kind girl to a graceful and luxurious female pope amidst the refinement of state affairs.

She was the first female pope and the first to have a secular marriage.

The oracle sect has revised a large number of doctrines, and the doctrines have gradually become humanized, and now no longer require believers and priests to be abstinent.

Seeing her coming, Lance sat up and moved his body to the side to give the siblings some space.

Aphra nodded to him, then took Luke's hand.

"Brother, I'm getting married soon." She still said in the tone of an innocent girl before, "If you don't wake up, you won't even be able to see me wearing a wedding dress."

She thought of something and smiled: "If you wait a little longer, maybe you can only call me grandma when you wake up."

Luke slept peacefully and did not give any response.

His appearance was still the same as when he was a boy, and it did not change at all until Aphra was old, until she died and turned into dust, and her brother was forever young.

The only one who can accompany Luke in eternity is Lance.

For so long, Lance has never been half a step away from Luke for a second.He has been guarding it for ten years, talking intermittently with an unresponsive body, hoping that one day this body will regain its soul and show him a smile.

Many times Lance wanted to drop everything and set out to find Luke's soul, but was later stopped or dismissed.

Lately, this idea has become stronger than ever.

"I advise you not to." Osiris squatted on the windowsill and said.

The fat black cat that He once possessed passed away a long time ago, and now this is only its son, who is also approaching old age.

"The body that matches the soul will attract the soul. It is in this way that Luke found his body in the vastness of time and the world."

He said to Lance.

"If you don't have a matching body, you can only keep searching in timelines and the thousands of worlds in each timeline. If your soul wanders for too long, it is very likely that you will fall into a deep sleep forever."

"I'm not afraid of falling asleep, nor afraid of waiting." Lance looked at a certain point in the air lightly, "I'm just afraid... If there is no me, he will be lonely there, and will he be unhappy."

Osiris was depressed and fell down.

He could feel that if he didn't tell that secret, he really couldn't keep Lance.

"The function of the Ouroboros Ring is not just to transform desire into vitality." He said, "In fact, this sacred object has unlimited potential. As long as the desire is strong enough, any miracle can happen."

"These miracles...for example, it will take Luke's soul through time and space and come back here."

"You never told me before." Lance said.

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment." Osiris shook his beard, "In theory, everything is possible, but even if I become a god with desire, I may not be able to exert its full power."

Let alone Luke.

"So, you can pray that you didn't make him angry a few times before, and let him love you more..."

Lance stared fixedly at the body of the boy in his arms.

He couldn't help but think of the "criminal evidence" he left behind in modern times.I didn't intend to let His Majesty see it, but now I'm afraid...

Osiris jumped off the ledge.

"If he loves you deeply, then you are here, the 'anchor' for his return."

"Wait. Trust him."

modern.

Luke sat before the tombstone, holding a bouquet of roses in his hands.

Occasionally, someone came and went in the cemetery, and they also carried pure and solemn wreaths, and he was the only one holding a blazing flame.

Lance's tombstone was still brand new, and the funeral was carried out quietly. He was transparent during his lifetime and transparent after his death. No one even sent him a bouquet.

It was getting late, and the amethyst inlaid on the Ouroboros ring on Luke's finger shone a halo in the sunset.

He didn't notice.

"Don't worry about me." Luke said to the old housekeeper, "Someone will come to accompany me later. You go back first."

The old butler was a little worried, but he obeyed and left.

Only Luke and Lin Li's tombstones remained in the cemetery.

Holding on to the armrest of the wheelchair, he fell off the wheelchair by himself, and then crawled forward with his elbows a little bit, leaning against the tombstone.

Because he clenched his fists too hard, his right hand holding the bouquet of roses was pricked by the flower thorns and stained with several blood spots.

The bouquet of roses was placed in front of the tombstone, as if the pure white and quiet tombstone was ablaze.

"I told you not to see me, but you really don't see me." Luke complained softly, "I never saw you listen to me like this at other times."

He listened to the wind quietly, as if trying to catch Lance's response from the wind.

Can't hear, can't hear.

He was a little tired.

Luke lay down along the tombstone, curled up on the grass in front of the tombstone.

He opened his eyes, his thoughts wandered aimlessly, and his eyes fell on the blood spot in the heart of his right hand unconsciously.

If Lance was here, he would definitely kiss the wound on his palm and treat him with distress.

Following the wound on the palm of his hand, Luke gazed upwards, and the Ouroboros Ring broke into his vision.

This ring had been with him for a long time in the Holy Kingdom, and he ignored it until now.

——The ring he only had in the Holy Kingdom, how could he follow him to modern times?

Luke was a little inexplicable, but his fatigue prevented him from thinking deeply about its origin.

He imagined what Lance would look like when he kissed the ring, and in the same position, he dropped a kiss.

It was as if he could kiss Lance's lips like this.

Because of this kiss, a gorgeous halo flowed across the Ouroboros ring.

Luke closed his eyes.

The tombstone was cold, and the dead bodies of him and Lance were separated by earth and stones and the coffin... But the person lying under the tombstone was just an empty body, not the real Lance.

The real Lance is still farther and farther away, perhaps guarding a body, waiting, missing.

Luke pursed his lips slightly.

"Fool." He murmured, "I'm not happy, the most important reason is of course not having you by my side."

Sleepiness hit him, and he fell asleep in front of the tombstone.

He seemed to be plunged into darkness again, wandering in the long night.

Only this time, he was in high spirits throughout the journey, and something on his fingers was constantly sending him strength.

And, in the distance, there is an "anchor" waiting for his return.

He ran towards that little light, stayed in his own body, and let the soul and body re-bond little by little.

This body seems to have not been used for a long time, and it is very sluggish to use.

First of all, what he felt was the warm embrace of the other party, as well as the smell of green grass and sunshine.

The living Lance, the Lance who has not been missed by him, is by his side.

Is it really him?

Excited, Luke moved his fingers, and was hugged tightly.

After being separated for a few hours, I missed him as if I hadn't seen him in my life.

I really want to see him. After so long, Lance has been waiting impatiently.

With such a strong desire, Luke flapped his eyelashes and finally opened his eyes.

Under the harsh glare, he fell into a pair of green eyes.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty."

——End of full text——

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