Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: ’Like A Fever Dream’

’What is going on? What is going on...’

Florian exhaled sharply, his fingers curling against the hem of his cloak as he paced the confined space of their room. His heartbeat hadn’t settled, his breath uneven as if his body itself refused to accept the reality before him. The eerie brightness outside, the chief’s words, the time that had seemingly slipped between his fingers—it gnawed at him, whispering of something unnatural.

Heinz sat by the worn wooden table, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded neatly against his chest. He observed Florian with that ever-calm expression, golden eyes flickering with unreadable thoughts. His stillness was in stark contrast to Florian’s restless energy, but that was always the case, wasn’t it?

"You need to breathe," Heinz finally said, tone almost lazy, as if the weight suffocating Florian wasn’t worth acknowledging.

Florian shot him a brief glare but obeyed, inhaling deeply before exhaling through his nose. The action did little to ease the tension in his chest.

"We need to act natural," Heinz continued, adjusting his glasses. The magic within them shimmered faintly, ensuring their disguises remained intact. "For now, the chief doesn’t appear to suspect that we’ve noticed anything. That means we still have an advantage."

Florian slowed his pacing, glancing at him. "You’re sure, Your Majesty?"

"As sure as I can be, given the circumstances." Heinz’s voice remained even, but there was a weight behind his words—something Florian couldn’t quite place.

He swallowed. ’Act natural. Right. Easy enough.’

Except it wasn’t.

His hands still trembled faintly, and he had to fight the urge to glance at the door, half-expecting something—someone—to force their way inside at any moment. He could still hear Augustus’s words echoing in his head.

"The sun already rose hours ago."

’That doesn’t make sense. It was night. I know it was.’

But then, why did it feel like the more he thought about it, the more distant the memory became? Like something was pressing against his mind, trying to convince him otherwise.

Florian clenched his fists and turned to Heinz, voice tight. "Your Majesty, I... I have to tell you something."

Heinz turned his head slightly, golden eyes gleaming as he regarded Florian with a knowing look. "I already know what you’re going to say."

Florian blinked. "Huh? How could you?"

A smirk ghosted across Heinz’s lips. "Like I said, you’re an open book."

Florian scowled. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

"It is a bad thing," Heinz responded, unbothered. "Anyone who knows how to read you can manipulate you." He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

"But... I did not anticipate that the Arthur fellow might have lied and tried to gain your guilt to lure you into the village."

Florian’s breath hitched.

’Arthur...’

The man who had killed Levi. The man who had almost sexually taken advantage of Florian, and did so successfully to the original Florian.

How could he have trusted his words so easily?

"It seems I’ve neglected things enough, as you said, to still be caught off-guard if your thoughts are correct," Heinz continued, voice cool. "In that case, it will be my fault."

Florian exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. Heinz rarely admitted faults so openly. That in itself was unsettling.

’And yet, here we are.’

"...What do we do, Your Majesty?"

Heinz stood, brushing nonexistent dust from his coat before adjusting the cuffs. "Follow my lead."

’He spoke a lot when I met him.’

’Asshole.’