Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: ’Lies and Truths’

’Here we go.’

Florian exhaled, rolling his shoulders slightly before speaking. "The villagers called the traitor their ’savior.’"

Lucius frowned, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing. "Savior?"

Florian nodded. "It’s what they called him. And from what we’ve seen so far, His Majesty and I believe that this so-called savior is recruiting villages."

Lancelot leaned back slightly, arms crossed over his chest, the usual playfulness absent from his face. "Recruiting? How?"

’This is just a theory Heinz had but...’

Florian glanced at Heinz before continuing, carefully choosing his words. "The rogues—" He paused, searching for the right phrasing. "—they’re stealing from the nobles. And they’re distributing mana stones to the villages. Villages that normally wouldn’t have access to magic. Poorer ones, places where mana stones are too expensive, where magic is a luxury only the wealthy can afford."

Lucius’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. Florian continues. "And in return, the villages offer their people."

’Or it’s safe to say, people volunteer.’

"How many people do you think they have about now, Your Highness?" Lancelot asked, visibly disturbed though keeping himself calm.

"The villagers mentioned they had Levi join. So, one or two per village, perhaps more." Florian confirmed grimly. "They join the rogues, increasing their numbers. The cycle repeats. The more the rogues steal, the more magic they give, the more people they gain."

A slow, uneasy silence followed.

Lucius’s fingers tapped lightly against his arm, his brows furrowed deep in thought. "Then what’s their main goal?" His piercing gaze locked onto Florian’s. "And why you, Your Highness? These villages—if they hate anyone, it should be...the king."

The butler glances at Heinz then back to Florian.

"Yet the attacks keep targeting you."

Florian opened his mouth, but no answer came.

’That’s exactly what I want to know.’

Lancelot hummed in agreement, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Yeah. If the villagers are driven by dissatisfaction, I thought the one they’d be trying to kill would be His Majesty." His gaze flickered toward Heinz, searching for an explanation.

’I didn’t prepare an answer for this...’

Florian hesitated before looking at Heinz, uncertain how to respond.

Heinz sighed, rolling his shoulders back before answering for him. "I don’t know," he admitted, his voice low and firm. "I don’t know why. But what I do know is this—this ’savior’ thinks Florian is important."

Florian’s fingers curled slightly, an uneasy weight settling in his chest.

"Maybe it’s his unique biology," Heinz continued, his expression unreadable. "Or maybe this savior assumes I care about him." His words were flat, emotionless, but Florian still felt the weight of them pressing down on him. "Or worse, maybe this savior knows something about Florian that even Florian himself doesn’t know."

Florian stiffened.

’That possibility is the worst one.’

Either way, Heinz didn’t stop there. "But one thing is certain—the end goal is either to dethrone me, to kill me, or both."

Lucius and Lancelot exchanged looks, confusion and unease flickering across their faces.

Florian, however, was more focused on Heinz.

’Lied and told the truth, huh...’

Florian glanced at him. ’What’s wrong with him?’

Lancelot blinked. "Help?" _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

Florian clenched his fists slightly, glancing down. ’People just want to survive.’