Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 571

'Ah. I'm annoyed.'

That was the first thing Florian thought when he saw it—that flicker of pain on Heinz's face. The way his expression shifted, just for a heartbeat, as if something inside him cracked. As if Florian's words… his distance, actually hurt him.

And that made Florian even angrier.

Because it shouldn't matter. Not after everything.

Not after what happened last night.

Not after Lucius nearly died.

Not after he—Florian—had blood on his hands.

Not after it was finally confirmed that he was the target of everyone and everything in this cursed kingdom because of one man—because of Heinz fucking Obsidian.

He could still see it all when he closed his eyes—the rogues' faces, the fear, the screams, the smell of blood.

And now… the dreams.

He had tried to brush them off at first, telling himself they were just nightmares, echoes of someone else's past—of the original Florian.

But they weren't.

They couldn't be.

The first time, there were three shadows. Three silhouettes chasing him through the dark, hands grasping at his arms, his throat, dragging him into something cold and endless. He couldn't see their faces—only their shapes.

Then Alexandria died.

And in the next dream, there were only two.

That couldn't be coincidence.

Florian's eyes darkened as he stared blankly past Serapion, his thoughts spiraling.

'Hendrix… he was after me.'

Not to kill. Not to hurt.

To save.

Or at least, that's what he believed.

Which meant the "savior" Charles had mentioned wasn't Alexandria. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

And it wasn't Hendrix.

There was still one more.

Someone who hadn't revealed themselves yet.

Someone who hated Heinz—and saw Florian as the perfect weapon. The perfect punishment.

His stomach twisted.

'Those dreams weren't random. They were warnings.'

Before he could speak, Serapion's voice cut through his thoughts.

"How intriguing."

Florian looked up sharply. The priest's tone had shifted—curious, almost gleeful, though his polite smile remained in place.

"It's rare," Serapion said, stepping closer, his gold-lined robes whispering softly across the floor. "It's very rare for someone not from our kingdom to receive warnings from the Gods. Usually such divine attention requires great sacrifice."

He turned slightly, his eyes glinting as they flicked toward Heinz. "Much like how His Majesty acquired his power… and his dragon."

Florian's hands curled slightly against the desk.

Serapion continued smoothly, almost too casually. "You see, I'm fully aware that the reason the great King Heinz commands such strength—why he bears the mark of divinity—is because he was trialed. Tested and tormented by a specific God until he emerged worthy of their favor."

He turned back to Florian, his gaze narrowing with interest. "But you, Prince Florian…"

He took another step forward.

"…I don't suppose a God has ever trialed you? Or spoken to you directly?"

Florian's answer was short, flat. "Right."

He didn't flinch when Serapion came closer, though from the corner of his eye, he caught Heinz's movement—the king standing rigid by the entrance, his presence heavy, watching the entire exchange in silence.

'Still not saying anything.' Florian thought bitterly.

"Of course," Serapion continued, tone almost conversational, "Gods rarely speak to mortals. Why would they? They are beings beyond us—above us. They don't waste their voices on those unworthy of hearing them."

He spread his arms slightly, the faint smile returning to his face. "Our kingdom is special because we dedicate ourselves entirely to them. We worship every God, not just one. We pray, we offer, we listen—and in return, they grant us their voices. Their will. Their prophecies. Their answers to our suffering."

The faint light of the chandeliers above caught on the gold rings of his fingers as he turned, gaze sliding back toward Heinz with something sharp beneath his politeness.

"And yet…" Serapion's tone lowered, the warmth fading. "When we begged for their aid—when we pleaded for salvation, when we prayed to the heavens to save our saintess Alexandria from the Concordian King's grasp…"

He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"…I heard a whisper."

Florian's brow furrowed, but Serapion's eyes didn't leave Heinz.

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