Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 557

"Your Highness, we should go."

Lancelot's voice trembled with urgency, his gloved hand gripping Florian's arm as the walls around them continued to shake.

The knight's face was pale, his eyes darting between Florian and the chaos beyond the shattered window.

But Florian didn't move.

He couldn't.

His legs refused to listen, his mind spinning as he stared at the man—the monster—standing on the red dragon outside.

"How is he still alive?" Florian whispered, his voice barely audible under the roar of the battle.

Lancelot froze.

Florian turned to look at him, eyes wide, voice rising. "How is he still alive, Lancelot?"

Lancelot's throat bobbed. He looked down at his trembling hands as though they betrayed him.

"I–I don't know, Your Highness," he said finally, his voice breaking. "I could've sworn he was dead. I—" he swallowed hard, his voice cracking further, "I killed him myself, Your Highness."

Florian's chest tightened.

The tremor in Lancelot's voice, the genuine disbelief—it wasn't just fear. It was guilt.

"Then why isn't he dead?" Florian's voice cracked, sharp and desperate. "You said you killed him—so why is he here?"

The outburst shocked them both.

The knights standing nearby froze mid-motion, their helmets turning toward him, startled. Even Lancelot flinched slightly, staring at the young prince as if seeing him for the first time.

Florian didn't even realize he had shouted until he felt his own breath stutter out, chest rising and falling too fast. His hands were shaking.

Why was he reacting like this? Why was his entire body trembling when Heinz—his Heinz—was right there, more powerful than ever, more furious than he had ever seen?

'Heinz is the strongest… Charles shouldn't stand a chance. He shouldn't even be alive.'

He tried to convince himself of that—tried to believe that Heinz's presence alone would end this in seconds.

But something felt off.

Heinz was supposed to be the only one who had returned from death. The only one who had defied it.

And the only one with a dragon.

Then how…

How could Charles have one too?

'Does that mean… Charles is the savior? No, that's impossible. He wanted to bring me to the savior, didn't he? Then—who the hell is it?'

Florian's heart raced as the thought spun in his head.

'Hendrix? Could it be Hendrix?'

It made no sense. Hendrix had been with him this entire time. Unless—

The ground shook.

BOOM!

The sound tore through the hall, drowning out every thought in Florian's mind. Dust and shards of marble rained from the cracked ceiling as both he and Lancelot whipped their heads toward the window.

Outside—

The sky was burning.

Azure and the red dragon clashed midair, wings colliding with enough force to send shockwaves rippling across the palace grounds.

Heinz and Charles—face to face atop their dragons—looked like two gods locked in an ancient war.

Azure roared, his blue flames erupting in a surge of power that illuminated the entire night. The red dragon answered with a guttural screech, its molten breath spilling fire into the sky.

The two dragons unleashed their fury simultaneously.

Two massive orbs of light—one blinding blue, the other molten red—shot from their throats, colliding halfway between them.

The world exploded.

The night turned white for a second, the explosion echoing across the kingdom.

The shockwave hit the palace like a hammer, cracking stone, shattering the rest of the glass, and sending everyone in the hall stumbling back.

Florian's heart leapt to his throat. He threw an arm over his face as debris rained down around them, the heat brushing against his skin.

When he finally dared to look up again, the sky was chaos—fire, light, smoke, and the deafening roars of dragons locked in a battle that looked more divine than mortal.

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