Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: ’Next Steps.’

After everything that had just happened—after the shouting, the destruction, and the storm of emotions that had crashed through the room like a tidal wave—Heinz let go of Florian as if nothing had happened.

As if he hadn’t just shattered half the room with his magic.

As if he hadn’t just clung to Florian like a drowning man holding onto the only thing keeping him from slipping beneath the surface.

He hugged him for ten whole minutes. Not a word. Not a sound. Just silence and pressure and warmth.

It had been... strange. Definitely out of character.

But, strangely enough, Florian hadn’t minded it as much as he thought he would.

He had expected to feel uncomfortable, tense, maybe even creeped out.

Instead, there had been a quiet stillness in that moment. An unexpected peace. He figured it wasn’t about him, really.

Heinz had likely just been overwhelmed—furious and heartbroken over the betrayal of someone he trusted so deeply.

’I guess... I saw a part of him I wasn’t supposed to see,’ Florian mused quietly, seated now on the single surviving couch in Heinz’s lavish—but recently wrecked—bedroom.

The other couch had split down the middle, the chairs were cracked, the carpet burnt, and most of the ornate vases had become nothing more than glittering shards.

Heinz now sat at the edge of his massive, high-backed bed, silent, fingers laced loosely as he stared off into space like a man lost somewhere between rage and exhaustion.

But he wasn’t a monster. Not entirely.

Not anymore.

’So he does feel things. He’s not just the cold tyrant we made him out to be in the novel.’

Somehow, that eased something tight in Florian’s chest. Just a bit.

Even so, the silence between them began to weigh down like a thick blanket. It pressed against his skin, making it hard to breathe.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to stay.

Or if Heinz wanted him to leave.

Or if it mattered at all.

"Should we... ask for someone to fix and clean your room, Your Majesty?" Florian asked, cautiously breaking the silence. His tone was lighter than he felt. Anything to give the moment shape. Anything to keep Heinz from sinking too deep into whatever darkness was crawling behind those red eyes.

Heinz finally turned to look at him. And then—without a word—he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the entire room shifted. The damage vanished before Florian’s eyes like a film playing in reverse. Shattered glass reformed into vases. Torn curtains knit themselves whole again. Burned fabrics smoothed out, and cracked furniture became seamless once more.

It was as if the destruction had never happened. freewebnovel-cσ๓

’What...? He can do that too?’

Florian blinked, stunned. He’d expected maybe a servant. A team of workers. Maybe even a mage.

Not that.

He knew Heinz was powerful, but this... this was something else.

To be honest, Florian never paid much attention to the magic system in this world. He hadn’t needed to. Lucius had his abilities, but he didn’t really use magic in the traditional sense.

The servants hardly used any. Magic, for most of them, seemed like background noise—an element of the world, not the focus.

The only one he ever saw use magic was Heinz.

And now... he was starting to realize just how little he knew.

All he remembered from the novel was that Arcaniors could control elemental magic to varying degrees.

But this?

This was on a different level.

Florian stared at Heinz, who looked almost bored as he leaned back against the bed frame, eyes half-lidded.

"Your Majesty, just... how powerful are you?" he asked, genuinely curious now. His voice dropped a bit, cautious but sincere. "What kind of magic can you do? It seems like you can do a lot of things."

He listed them in his head like tally marks. Making a man’s head explode without lifting a finger. Causing the ground to shake and walls to crack just from anger.

Reversing everything in this room with a flick of his hand. And then there were the times Florian saw blood bloom on Lucius and Lancelot’s skin from invisible slashes when they angered him.

It wasn’t just magic.

It was terrifying.

Heinz didn’t even blink.

"Everything," he said simply. His voice was calm. Matter-of-fact. As if he were describing the weather.

"I can do everything."

There was no pride in his tone. No arrogance. Just a hollow certainty. It was, simply, the truth.

"That was what I asked the God when I managed to speak to him," he continued, his fingers absently toying with the crystal hanging from his necklace. "To become the most powerful in magic. Apparently, that also meant owning a dragon."

He raised the necklace slightly. The crystal glinted.

’No wonder I didn’t see much of him.’

’But why though?’ He wanted to ask. Why was Azure upset? Was it about what just happened? Was it about him?

’Yeah, you executed Florian just for sleeping with Hendrix.’

’Oh... then—’

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