Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: ’Say It.’

"What?" Florian’s voice trembled, but his feet were already moving toward Lucius. "Say it again."

His stomach twisted violently. He felt like throwing up.

"Say it again, Lucius." Florian repeated, louder this time, his hands trembling as they clenched tightly at his sides.

Around them, the room was filled with sharp gasps. Some princesses broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, while others stood frozen, their hands covering their mouths in disbelief and horror.

Florian barely heard them. His ears were ringing. His vision was narrowing.

Heinz... Heinz stood deathly still. Wide-eyed. Silent. But it wasn’t the kind of silence that was calm. No. Florian could feel it—a storm was brewing inside him. Something violent. Something dangerous.

And as for himself?

Florian’s heart pounded so loudly it echoed in his ears. His hands were ice cold. His mouth dry.

"Say it again... Say it to me again." His voice broke. "Lancelot. You say it."

Lancelot, who had just arrived, stood stiffly. His face was a mask of stoicism, but Florian could tell—his clenched jaw, the subtle tremble of his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword. Even a knight like him was struggling to contain himself.

Lancelot inhaled sharply before bowing his head.

"...Delilah is dead."

Florian felt the air leave his lungs.

’Dead.’

’What the fuck happened?’

His eyes widened, breath hitching painfully. As if hearing it once wasn’t enough, now it was confirmed. Solid. Real.

Delilah... was dead.

His mind spun. ’How? Why? What the hell happened? She was in custody. Weren’t there knights?! Weren’t there guards?!’

Questions flooded his head like a tidal wave, each one crashing harder than the last. But despite the rising panic in his chest, Florian forced himself to hold back. ’Let Heinz ask... Let Heinz speak first...’

"How did it happen?" Heinz’s voice came out low. Controlled. Too controlled. The type of calm that was leagues more terrifying than any shout.

Lucius shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "Your Majesty... I believe it’s best we speak of this elsewhere. Or at least have the princesses excu—"

"How. Did. It. Happen." Heinz cut him off sharply, his red eyes glowing—dangerously close to igniting.

Lucius visibly tensed. His mouth opened, then closed, before he finally sighed and glanced sideways—wordlessly passing the responsibility.

Lancelot stepped forward, back straight like a soldier ready to deliver a death sentence.

"My knights were stationed with Miss Delilah when it occurred," he began, voice stiff but steady. "According to them... it began with her coughing. Then... vomiting. One of the knights rushed to fetch the royal physician, but before he could return... she cried out in pain."

Lancelot’s hands clenched tighter. "Blood... She coughed blood. Then her skin... her skin started to blister, as if burned from the inside out. Within moments..." He exhaled shakily. "...she was dead."

A collective gasp echoed through the room.

Athena collapsed into Mira’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "W-What... What...?"

Mira squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face away. "That’s... horrific..."

Lucius stepped back in, voice grim. "Based on the symptoms, we are certain it was poison. Something... fast-acting. Instantaneous once it began."

"But... how?!" Florian burst out, voice cracking. "No one’s allowed in the dungeon except guards! You oversaw her food, didn’t you?"

"I did," Lucius confirmed, grim-faced. "I was meticulous. Every meal tasted, every cup checked. There was no sign of tampering. No unauthorized entries."

’Then how?! Poison doesn’t just fall from the sky!’ Florian gritted his teeth. His fists were shaking.

"Is it... Could it be magic? Poison magic?" he asked, desperately searching for an answer. "Is that possible?"

"No." Heinz’s voice was steel. "Not even a high-level Arcanior could conjure poison through barriers. And not something that potent."

"Tch." Florian clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. His gaze flicked between Lucius and Lancelot.

’Wait...’

’Hold on...’

He knew them. Knew them too well. The subtle shifts in posture. The stiffness that wasn’t typical for either of them.

’No. No, you’re not telling us everything.’

Even the crying stopped. _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

"Why?" Heinz’s voice dropped several octaves, laced with something dark, threatening. His eyes glowed brighter—dangerous. "Why must the princesses leave?"

Florian blinked. ’She’s holding it together... Probably for the others.’

Florian’s throat tightened. ’I didn’t like her... but not like this. Not dead. Not like this...’

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