Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: ’Disappointed & Surprised.’

"Judging by your expression," Heinz said, turning slightly to the side, "it seems you truly thought I was just mad because you told me to spare Lucius and Lancelot."

His voice was calm, but there was a thread of quiet disbelief running through it, almost like the edge of a blade.

"Florian," he continued, glancing at him with that sharp, unreadable gaze, "I am the king. If I didn’t want to spare them... I wouldn’t have."

That statement struck Florian harder than he expected. It wasn’t arrogance—it was a fact. Cold, clear, irrefutable.

"Then why are you mad, Your Majesty?" Florian asked, his tone no longer defensive, but lost—genuinely trying to understand.

Heinz scoffed softly.

He scoffed.

Florian’s eye twitched in irritation. That sound. That condescending sound.

It grated on him.

"You know, Florian..." Heinz suddenly turned and gave a subtle gesture to the knights around them. "Leave us."

The guards hesitated, glancing at one another as if unsure they’d heard right.

Florian blinked in confusion. ’What is he doing?’

He watched as the knights finally obeyed, bowing stiffly before retreating back into the Diamond Palace, leaving the two of them alone beneath the grand arch of the palace entrance, the late afternoon wind quietly threading between them.

Heinz began to walk toward him—slowly, deliberately. Each step closer felt like the air between them was being drawn taut like a wire.

Florian instinctively straightened, tilting his head slightly to meet Heinz’s eyes. He didn’t back away.

’Is he... going to snap at me now?’

He had expected it for a while now. Heinz had been too patient, too composed. At some point, surely, the king’s infamous temper would surface.

But when Heinz finally reached him, he didn’t shout.

Instead, he reached out and placed a gloved hand gently on Florian’s face.

Florian flinched—he couldn’t help it. His breath hitched slightly as Heinz’s thumb brushed lightly along his cheek. The leather was cool against his skin, yet the gesture... it was unexpectedly tender.

Florian looked up.

’He looks... disappointed.’

Not furious. Not disgusted. Not cold.

Just... disappointed.

But why?

"Sometimes," Heinz murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "you’re the smartest person in this entire palace."

His thumb moved again, slower this time. Almost absentminded.

"But then there are moments like this... where you’re so stupid it’s not even amusing anymore."

Florian’s eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief.

"...That’s rich coming from you, Your Majesty," he whispered back, his voice dry and laced with bitter amusement.

’You don’t even remember what you made the original Florian feel. You don’t even remember what happened last night.’

The words stayed locked behind his teeth, but they echoed loudly in his chest.

’You whisper promises when you’re drunk and forget them when you wake up. You get to be king, but you don’t get to forget things that matter. Not to him. Not to me.’

And yet Heinz didn’t look confused. He didn’t ask what Florian meant.

He didn’t react at all.

He just slowly lowered his hand from Florian’s face, then turned and began walking back toward the palace doors.

"Since you’re quite foolish," Heinz said over his shoulder, "or maybe just in denial..."

His steps were quiet, but his words felt deafening.

"I was mad because they’ve failed to protect you so many times."

He paused at the doorway.

"...And yet they still protect the dignity and the wishes of the one who caused you harm."

Florian’s heart stopped for a beat. Heinz’s back was to him, the dying sunlight casting a long shadow at his feet.

"Still looked at me and treated me..." Heinz’s voice dipped, raw for the first time, "...as if I was the one at fault."

Then he walked forward again, disappearing into the palace.

Florian stood frozen, wind brushing against his hair.

Something twisted in his chest—hot and sharp and unbearable.

He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt.

He didn’t know what Heinz meant. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t want to admit it.

But one thing was clear:

’My heart hurts.’

He followed after him in silence, the ache echoing in his footsteps.

Florian knew exactly where they were headed now.

The path was cold, carved from pale stone and shadow, winding lower and lower beneath the Diamond Palace. The walls here always felt too close, and the flickering torchlight cast jagged silhouettes that stretched and danced like silent phantoms. Each step echoed.

It annoyed him. No—angered him.

If anything was hurting, it wasn’t his heart.

It was his—the original Florian’s.

’And what does he mean that I’m in denial?’ Florian clenched his jaw, his thoughts sharp. ’It’s perfectly fair that I don’t believe him. Heinz isn’t capable of caring for anyone but himself... or maybe his precious mother.’

And he executed him.

’That man beheaded a boy who loved him and didn’t even think twice.’

Still, he couldn’t help but bristle at Heinz’s sudden feigned concern. The king walked ahead as if he bore the weight of Florian’s safety, as if this betrayal had shaken him.

’He’s only angry because the perpetrator might be connected to whoever killed him in his first life. That’s it. That’s the only reason this matters to him.’

’This is coming from the man who keeps using me as bait. Who throws me into danger again and again because I’m disposable—because I’m useful.’

’And the only reason he hasn’t discarded me yet is because I still serve a purpose. Because I’m his damn pawn. If he weren’t my one chance of getting back to my world, I wouldn’t even still be here. I wouldn’t lift a single finger to do his dirty work.’

Right now, he needed to focus. On this. On the identity of the one who’d been sabotaging him from the shadows—plotting in silence, cutting at his reputation piece by piece.

And though he hated to admit it—hated the fact that Heinz had been right about anything—it gnawed at him.

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