Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 554

Florian braced himself for the inevitable blaze, every nerve in his body screaming for him to run, to close his eyes, to do something.

But he didn't.

He refused.

If fire was going to engulf them, he wanted to see it—he wanted to face it, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

He knew Hendrix wouldn't let it touch him.

Somehow, he believed that.

But the others—those voices shrieking in panic, those bodies stumbling in desperation—he couldn't say the same for them.

The air was filled with chaos: the clatter of heels on stone, the sobs of nobles clutching their jewels, the desperate shouts of knights trying to form order where there was none.

Some voices Florian recognized. Others were strangers.

All were drowning in terror.

He clenched his fists.

Waiting.

Waiting for the fire.

But it never came.

The seconds dragged like hours, his breath caught painfully in his chest until even Hendrix whispered, confused, "Did it not… attack?"

Florian's head snapped toward him, but even without looking he could sense the disbelief in Hendrix's voice. He could feel him turn, the tension in his body shifting.

'Why hasn't it?' Florian thought, his heartbeat hammering. 'Why hold back when it had us right there?'

He dared to move, dared to look—until the air split again with another roar.

Not the same one.

Different. Familiar.

"Everyone calm down! Do not worry any further!" a knight bellowed, his voice hoarse yet triumphant. "Look!"

Florian shoved himself out of Hendrix's grip, stumbling toward the window with his heart in his throat. His hands slammed against the glass as he looked outside.

And there he was.

"Azure!" Florian's voice cracked, a sob almost tangled in the word.

The little dragon who had once curled around his shoulders like a scarf was now enormous, his blue scales shimmering like living sapphires under the moonlight.

He was there—standing tall, wings stretched wide, his body blocking the red dragon's line of fire.

Azure's roar shook the ground, loud enough to rattle Florian's bones.

He was alone.

Heinz wasn't riding him.

No—this was Azure, acting on his own.

The sight made Florian's chest ache, his vision blur.

His faithful little dragon, now glaring down an enemy far larger than anything they had ever faced together.

The red dragon's crimson eyes glowed like molten cores, its massive body coiled and ready to strike.

But Azure didn't flinch. He didn't cower. He met its rage with his own, head lowered, wings beating the air with fury.

"It's his majesty's dragon!" a noble cried.

"We're saved!" another exclaimed desperately.

But Florian barely heard them. His gaze was fixed outside, his breath trembling against the window.

"Where is his majesty though?" another voice whispered in the crowd.

Yes. Where was Heinz?

If Azure was here, then Heinz had to know. He had to be close.

And yet… the blue dragon flew into battle alone.

The red dragon showed no signs of a rider either.

No master. No command. Just raw, unchained destruction.

Azure, small against its size, still surged forward like a blade of will against a storm.

"Are they going to battle…?" Hendrix's voice was grim, low, weighted with the inevitability of the answer.

Florian pressed his palm flat against the cold glass, his eyes never leaving the battlefield. His heart ached as he whispered, "I've never seen Azure this furious ever…"

His voice trembled, but there was no mistaking it. "They are definitely going to battle."

The air was heavy with the sound of wings.

Azure and the red dragon faced each other in the night sky, their massive bodies circling like predators sizing each other up.

Their roars collided, shaking the glass panes of the ballroom, making Florian's heart hammer against his ribs.

Each roar sounded less like an animal cry and more like a declaration of war.

'Where did it come from?' Florian's thoughts spun in circles. 'Is it… another dragon of Heinz's? Or someone else's entirely?'

Was that even possible?

The red beast's scales burned like smoldering embers, every flap of its wings fanning sparks into the night.

Azure's blue glow, on the other hand, was sharp and clear, like moonlight turned to armor.

Two forces—fire and ice—deadly and unrelenting.

A tap on his shoulder snapped him out of it.

"Stay here." Hendrix's voice was urgent, low, edged with a firmness Florian rarely heard. "I'll look for my mother in the ballroom—I still haven't seen her."

Florian's throat tightened.

His mind screamed at him to argue, to tell Hendrix not to run headfirst into danger, but when he looked into those determined eyes, he knew nothing he said would stop him.

The fear pressed against his ribs, but he nodded anyway.

"…Alright," Florian whispered, his voice weak against the roar of chaos all around them.

Hendrix's hand lingered on his shoulder for just a second longer, grounding, steady.

Then he forced a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's talk again later."

And then he was gone—moving past the crowd, weaving through terrified nobles and panicked servants, slipping into the storm of smoke and fire that led into the ballroom.

The moment Hendrix's presence vanished, gasps broke out around Florian.

Knights. Servants. Nobles.

All of them whipping their heads toward him with faces pale as ghosts, their eyes widening as though he had materialized out of thin air.

"Your Highness?!" a servant cried, nearly dropping the silver tray he clutched. "W-What are you doing here?"

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