Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: ’How Do We Get There?’

The polished floors of the Diamond Palace gleamed under the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers as Florian walked beside Heinz, Lucius, and Lancelot. The air was thick with quiet tension, each step echoing through the grand halls like a slow, steady drumbeat.

After Richard announced Heinz’s arrival, both Heinz and Lancelot had come. There was no discussion, no wasted words—just Heinz’s low, unwavering command for Florian to gather his things, wear a cloak, and leave. And so, here they were, moving through the palace with an unspoken urgency, their path set in stone.

Florian kept his gaze ahead, trying his best to ignore the way Heinz’s presence beside him made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

’Stupid dream,’ he thought, gritting his teeth. ’It was just the original Florian’s fantasy. Not mine. I’m straight. It was nothing.’

Yet, no matter how much he told himself that, he still found himself hyperaware of the king’s presence. The faint scent of incense and something richer—like deep wine—clung to Heinz, and it was distracting in a way that frustrated him more than he cared to admit.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus. "So, we’re keeping a low profile, right?"

Heinz gave him a sidelong glance, his crimson eyes sharp and unreadable. "Yes. The village is small, and word of our presence would spread fast. To avoid unnecessary attention, we’ll be using disguise items."

Florian nodded. He was familiar with those. Magical artifacts that could temporarily alter one’s appearance—changing hair color, eye color, even subtly shifting facial features. He had used them before, when spying on the princesses for Heinz’s behalf.

"Lucius, Lancelot," Heinz continued, his voice carrying that effortless authority he always had, "make sure no one finds out about our departure. We should be back by tomorrow afternoon or evening, but if we aren’t... you know what to do."

Both men nodded.

"Understood, Your Majesty," Lucius said smoothly, though there was the slightest tension in his voice.

"As you command," Lancelot added, his tone steady, but his sharp orange eyes flickered briefly toward Florian.

’Uh oh.’

Florian could tell they were both worried. He had known them long enough to read the subtle stiffness in Lucius’ posture and the slight furrow in Lancelot’s brow.

They didn’t like this.

Not because of the danger—no, they knew Florian could handle himself. But because he would be alone with Heinz.

Though Lancelot had never outright voiced his opinions on Florian’s past infatuation with the king, now that Heinz seemed to actually like Florian, Lucius was openly concerned. The two never agreed on anything—even in the novel—but when it came to Heinz, their discomfort was clear.

And now, even though Florian himself had no interest in Heinz, the history between them still hung in the air.

’Relax, you two. I don’t like Heinz, nor either of you,’ Florian thought, but he said nothing.

Instead, he let the conversation shift as Heinz turned to him.

"Do you have any questions, Florian?"

’Oh, he’s actually asking me?’

Florian hesitated for a moment before glancing around. They weren’t heading toward the palace entrance where the carriages were usually stationed. That was odd.

"Yes, one question, actually, Your Majesty," he said. "How exactly are we getting there? We’re not going toward the front of the palace."

’Last time, we used carriages.’

Heinz’s lips curled into a smirk. "You’ll see."

’This again?’

Florian frowned. It was typical of Heinz to give him that kind of answer, which only meant one thing—it was never a good answer.

Lucius, appearing completely unbothered by Florian’s unease, adjusted his gloves with a precise tug before striding ahead. He stopped before what seemed to be an ordinary stretch of the palace wall, then raised his hand, pressing a glowing ring against the cold stone.

A ripple spread across the surface, distorting reality like a stone dropped into still water. Then, as if the palace itself had exhaled, an archway materialized where there had been nothing just a moment before.

Florian blinked. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

’That’s... new.’

’No shit.’

’Wait... really?’