Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 560

It had been a while.

A long while since Heinz had ridden Azure like this—not as a companion, not as a symbol of peace, but as a weapon.

The wind tore through his black hair, sending it whipping wildly behind him as he stood atop the blue dragon's back.

The air was sharp, cold, but underneath it all lingered something heavier—something he could taste at the back of his throat.

Death.

The scent of it hung thick in the sky, mixing with the smoke of fire and blood.

The battlefield stretched beneath them, littered with shattered rooftops and burning trees, the remnants of what had once been his kingdom's calm night.

And above it all—facing him—was him.

Charles.

The man smirking at him from the back of the red dragon, his posture infuriatingly casual, his eyes brimming with confidence.

The same kind of confidence that made Heinz's blood boil.

It reminded him of that night.

The night he stood before his father—his sword raised, his heart pounding in his throat—ready to end it all.

His father had looked at him the same way Charles was looking at him now.With that maddening, patronizing calm.

With those eyes that said, "You won't do it. You don't have it in you."

That same damn arrogance.

The memory clawed at him, vivid and suffocating—his mother's face bruised and tear-streaked, his own hands trembling around the hilt of the blade.

The laughter echoing in his ears as his father taunted him one last time.

And the flash of red when he didn't hesitate.

Heinz's jaw tightened as Azure circled in the air, the faint hum of the dragon's power vibrating beneath his boots.

He'd been through too much. Suffered too long.

He didn't crawl his way out of that cursed island—didn't survive the endless torment of that God who sought to break him—just to face another fool who thought he could make a mockery of him.

No.

He'd killed once for his freedom. He would kill again for what was his.

And Charles—this traitorous corpse of a man who had already died once—had the audacity to come back.

To return.

To reach for Florian again.

That alone made Heinz's blood hum with rage.

His aura flared crimson, swirling around him like a storm as Azure growled beneath him, responding to his master's fury.

The sight of the red dragon—massive, blazing, snarling back at them—was enough to make the sky feel smaller. The two dragons' power rippled through the air, clashing even without moving.

But Heinz didn't flinch.

He only narrowed his eyes, glaring straight at Charles, whose smirk never faded.

There were many reasons to kill this man.

Too many, in fact.

But first—before he reduced him to ash, before he tore that smug look from his face—

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