Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359: ‘Let The Summit Pass.’

"A confession?" Florian took a sharp step forward, his voice quick and demanding as he made his way toward Lucius and Lancelot. His heart began to pound as he looked between the two of them, urging them silently—just say it, say it already—who was it?

But before either man could open their mouth, Heinz raised his hand.

In an instant, red energy crackled through the air—raw, angry, suffocating. It burst out from Heinz like a living thing, wrapping around Lucius and Lancelot with crimson tendrils that pulsed and shimmered with barely restrained power. With a flick of his wrist, Heinz dragged them toward himself and Florian like they were nothing more than rag dolls caught in a storm.

Drizelous and Cashew both instinctively stepped back.

Cashew’s eyes widened in horror, his small body trembling slightly. Of course—this would be the first time he ever saw Heinz use magic.

’He’s never seen this side of him...’ Florian realized, glancing briefly at the boy’s pale face. ’It’s terrifying, even when you know it’s not aimed at you.’

"Speak," Heinz commanded, his voice low, dark, and impossibly cold. It cut through the air like a blade. "Who is it?"

The tension was immediate and sharp.

Lucius and Lancelot exchanged a glance—hesitant, silent, and far too long for comfort.

’Huh? Why do they look like they don’t want to say it?’ Florian frowned, unsettled. ’What is going on?’

Heinz clearly noticed it too.

"Who is it?" he repeated, this time his voice sharper, more threatening—an audible growl underlying the words, vibrating with power.

Lucius quickly bowed his head. "Y-Your Majesty," he said, voice laced with urgency, "please. Let us explain something first—I beg of you."

That caught Florian off guard. Lucius rarely begged for anything. And Lancelot stood beside him, tense but silent—equally solemn.

Something wasn’t right.

Florian didn’t know what compelled him to move, but he found his hand reaching out, resting gently on Heinz’s back—just enough for the King to feel it, to remind him someone was there.

Heinz turned to glance at him, one dark brow lifting slightly in question.

Florian met his gaze. "Let’s hear them out, Your Majesty," he said softly, voice calm but firm. There was something in his tone—enough to make Heinz stop and consider.

The room fell silent.

The only sound was the faint hum of Heinz’s magic still holding Lucius and Lancelot captive in mid-air. The tension stretched painfully thin as both men stood suspended, eyes flicking between Heinz and Florian, waiting. freёweɓnovel_com

Hoping.

"Please," Florian whispered, not looking away.

A long pause. Then, Heinz let out a slow, controlled sigh—reluctant, but not angry.

With a flick of his fingers, the magic dissolved into the air like smoke, and Lucius and Lancelot dropped lightly onto the marble floor. They exhaled in sync, visibly relieved.

Florian did too, his hand slipping back to his side. Even Drizelous muttered a breath of relief under his breath.

But the room’s pressure didn’t lift entirely.

Azure, the tiny blue dragon who grew a bit in size, flitted down from the chandelier and hovered in front of Lucius and Lancelot now. Despite his small size, the energy that crackled off him was unmistakable—protective, watchful, dangerous. The way he growled lowly at the two men was a clear warning: choose your next words very, very carefully.

"You better have a good reason for hesitating," Heinz said, his gaze like fire. "Who confessed?"

Lucius and Lancelot straightened, slowly—respectfully—but they kept their heads bowed, unwilling to meet Heinz’s eyes directly.

Lancelot was the first to speak. "After our initial interrogation, we found nothing," he said, his voice clipped and serious. "All the maids were accounted for. No signs of lies, no gaps in their stories."

"So," Lucius continued, adjusting his glasses with a trembling hand, "we decided to investigate further—outside the maid quarters. If someone was attempting to frame them, it had to be someone unaware that I could detect falsehood and emotions."

He paused, and Florian leaned forward slightly, trying to follow the thread.

"Then..." Lucius’ golden eyes gleamed beneath the glass, the glow almost eerie. "It struck me. It’s subtle, but it’s been consistent. Whoever did this—they didn’t know about my abilities."

Florian’s eyes widened. ’I never thought of that.’

Yes. That made sense. Lucius’ empathic magic—an Aurathil trait—was nearly infallible. Everyone in the palace knew about it. It was the very reason no one ever dared lie too boldly within Heinz’s halls.

So if someone tried to frame others—poorly—it would only mean one thing.

’They didn’t know about Lucius’ powers...’

"But... aren’t your abilities common knowledge?" Florian asked, brows furrowed. "You’re one of the few Aurathils. Everyone should know by now."

Lucius looked away, his expression shadowed now, darker than before.

"Well, yes... and no," he murmured. "There are a few people—who might not have known. I never told them, and..."

His jaw tensed.

’People who didn’t know?’ Florian’s thoughts were racing. He tried to think—who in the palace wouldn’t be aware of Lucius’ abilities? It was common knowledge that he was an Aurathil. His empathic magic was practically legendary in the castle.

And then it hit him.

"Oh." The realization made his breath hitch. He looked up suddenly, eyes wide. "The princesses."

Lucius and Lancelot didn’t respond right away—but the way they stiffened, the way Lucius’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, said enough.

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