Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 599

"HOW COULD YOU NOT REST ON THIS SPECIAL DAY!"

Drizelous' voice screeched dramatically through the room, sharp and unforgiving, loud enough to make Florian flinch despite himself.

The day had come.

It was the first time Florian would be leaving Diamond Palace for a few days since transmigrating—and for once, it wasn't because he had been kidnapped, dragged, or forced into it.

'I should be relieved,' he thought. 'So why does it feel heavier instead?'

This week was supposed to bring answers. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Why Elara had given him this task. What she truly expected from him. And somehow, in the middle of all that, he also had to figure out how to convince Hendrix to help return the original Florian to this body—

So he could finally go back to his own world.

'Back home.'

The word felt distant. Fragile. Like something he was afraid to touch too closely.

But before any of that could even begin, reality intruded, as it always did. Heinz and Florian were obligated to formally see off the guests from the other kingdoms, along with the princesses who had chosen to depart.

Why Florian himself was part of this formality, he still didn't understand.

He hadn't even known until Drizelous and Cashew had burst into his room without warning, announcing it as if it were common sense.

'As if I had a choice,' he thought dryly.

"Your Highness," Cashew said softly, concern unmistakable as his gaze lingered on Florian's tired face. "Did you stay up all night thinking about what Rene said?"

"Maybe," Florian muttered.

Maybe meant yes.

He had.

He'd spent the entire night rereading Farah's letter, over and over, until the words began to blur together.

He traced every uneven stroke of ink, every rushed line, searching for something—anything—that might have been hidden between them.

'A code. A message. A cry for help she couldn't write on such short notice.' Florian frowned at the letter in his hands.

But no matter how many times he reread it, nothing changed.

The handwriting was messy. Uneven.

Like she'd been rushed.

The words were short. Careful. Almost too simple.

'Was she running from something?' Florian wondered, his chest tightening. 'But… someone from the manor delivered this letter.'

His grip tightened slightly. 'And Rene doesn't even believe she left.'

None of it made sense.

It was all tangled, overlapping, refusing to settle into anything clear.

That was why Florian hadn't slept.

The confusion sat heavy in his stomach, twisting until it made him feel nauseous, until even closing his eyes only brought more questions.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, the exhaustion was impossible to ignore. His skin looked pale, his usual color washed out, and dark shadows lingered beneath his eyes.

"Tsk." Drizelous clicked his tongue, already busy with his tools. "You should be grateful you were born with good skin and a gorgeous face. Even with those bags under your eyes, you still look expensive."

Florian huffed out a weak breath. "I'm sorry, Drizelous. It really was a rough night." He managed a small smile. "I didn't even know I'd be given this task. Did… His Majesty just decide on it?"

"Well…" Cashew hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. "Usually, the ones who handle the send-off are the King and Queen, Your Highness."

Florian stilled.

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