Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 621

"Why didn't you have someone tell me you were this sick?"

Lancelot stood in the middle of the room, now shirtless, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Florian with clear concern.

After realizing it was Lancelot he had just thrown up on, Florian had panicked and dragged him straight into his room so no one in the hallway would see the situation.

The result was… this.

Lancelot without a shirt.

And Florian is still pale and teary-eyed.

"If I told you," Florian said tiredly, wiping the corner of his eyes, "you would hover around me the entire time. You'd worry too much. And you might even tell… him."

He didn't say the name.

He didn't need to.

"And then he'd barge in here," Florian finished.

Heinz.

That was exactly who he meant.

Florian crossed his arms and gave Lancelot a pointed look.

"Let's be honest with each other. You're here because you're spying on me for him."

Lancelot sighed and placed a hand on his hip.

"I'm here because the king thinks you might need protection," he replied. "Not to spy on you."

His eyes flicked down briefly before returning to Florian's face.

"And I'm also pretty sure I cannot tell him about this situation," Lancelot added dryly. "Considering he might behead me if he finds out I'm alone in your room with you while I'm shirtless."

Florian blinked.

"…Fair."

"Yes," Florian continued after a moment, exhaling slowly. "So let's keep this between us and…"

He hesitated.

'Should I trust him?' Florian thought, studying Lancelot carefully.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Maybe.'

"And?" Lancelot prompted, raising an eyebrow.

"And help me."

Lancelot frowned.

"What?" he asked. "Help you with what? Are you feeling worse than you were earlier?"

Florian shook his head.

"No. Well… yes. But that's not the point." He glanced at the door and quickly walked over to check the lock.

Still locked.

Good.

He turned back and beckoned Lancelot closer.

"Just listen."

Lancelot looked confused but stepped forward anyway, leaning down slightly so Florian could whisper without raising his voice. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

He stopped at a respectful distance.

Close enough to hear.

Far enough that it wouldn't look scandalous.

Florian blinked.

'Wow,' he thought. 'Since when did he start being careful about that?'

Not that it mattered much anymore.

His problems had gotten significantly worse.

Pregnancy.

Heinz.

And whatever was happening inside this manor.

Still… in a strange way, that meant he had fewer smaller problems to worry about.

Florian leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Look," he whispered. "I don't know if you noticed, but something is off with the maids here."

Lancelot's brows drew together.

"You mean the earlier incident?"

"No," Florian said quickly. "Not that. Something else."

He rubbed his temple.

"You know I came here because of Duke Elara's request, right?"

"Yes," Lancelot replied slowly.

"It's the same task she once gave the former queen," Florian continued. "But she told me the queen was too far gone to complete it."

He exhaled quietly.

"And I think… that might be because of the maids."

Lancelot waited.

Florian lowered his voice even further.

"Something is wrong with them."

Lancelot stared at him for a second.

Then he said calmly,

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