Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight!-Chapter 344: ’I Meant Now.’

Once Heinz had calmed down—at least enough to stop gritting his teeth—his expression shifted into one of cold command. His voice, though quieter now, carried the same steel.

"Even a thirteen-year-old boy managed to find a clue, and you two didn’t," he said, gaze sharp as a blade. "Make sure to bring back something useful this time—or I’ll be asking for blood."

Lucius and Lancelot said nothing. They simply bowed in silence, though the weight of the insult lingered in the air like smoke. Then, without another word, they turned and left, boots echoing across the polished floor.

Cashew followed soon after, leading Azure out of the room at Florian’s request. The young boy had done enough for the day. Florian had told him to wait in his chambers—he needed to speak to Heinz alone.

Now, the grand room felt far too quiet.

Just the two of them remained.

"Your Majesty..." Florian began softly, the title feeling heavy on his tongue.

Heinz let out a slow, tired sigh before meeting his gaze. "Are you going to scold me for hurting them?"

His tone was unreadable, but the question lingered—almost daring Florian to argue. Florian shook his head, his curls bouncing lightly.

"No, Your Majesty. I just wanted to ask you something."

Heinz tilted his head slightly, eyeing him with mild curiosity. "Go ahead."

There was a pause.

Florian hesitated—not because he doubted his thoughts, but because he was starting to believe them. And that was the terrifying part.

He took a breath, voice steady. "Are two people targeting me?"

Heinz’s eyes widened slightly—just enough for Florian to catch it. It was all the confirmation he needed. The chill that ran down his spine wasn’t from fear alone—it was from knowing.

So, he pressed further. "Are they working together or separately?"

Heinz chuckled, though there was no joy in it. It sounded more like exhaustion laced with irony. He leaned back into his chair, folding his arms.

"That... I have no idea," he admitted. "Sometimes, it feels like they are. But sometimes, it feels like they don’t even know each other exists."

Florian frowned. ’So it’s not just paranoia. There really are two. But why? What do they want from me?’

"But one of them... is the one who killed you, right?" he asked carefully. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Yes."

"Then who’s the other one?"

"I don’t know, Florian."

Heinz’s voice was firm—but sincere. That alone frustrated Florian. If even Heinz didn’t know, then how deep did this go?

’Why would two people target me? Is it because of Heinz? Or... is one of them after me for a different reason?’

He remembered the events that had piled up over time—kidnapping, his clothes being ruined, notes burned. None of it made sense until now. Maybe that was the point.

"All I know," Heinz said, tone sharpening, "is one of them wants to take you... and one of them wants to get rid of you."

Florian’s breath hitched. His eyes widened.

’Wants to take me... and wants me gone? Then which one murdered Heinz?’

"This is why I’m agitated," Heinz continued. "One person was already a nightmare to locate. Now we’re hunting two."

Florian swallowed hard. "Shouldn’t we tell Lancelot and Lucius, then? Strengthen the security?"

Heinz tapped his fingers against the armrest, thinking. "Eventually, yes. But first... I want you moved. I’ll have your room placed next to mine today."

Florian blinked. "What?"

’So soon?’

"I assume you have no more complaints after everything we’ve uncovered?" Heinz raised a brow.

Florian looked away, lips twitching. ’So he knew I didn’t want to move next to him...’

Still, Heinz was right. As much as he dreaded it, it made sense. Being near Heinz meant being safe.

He exhaled through his nose in quiet defeat.

Then Heinz smirked. "Now don’t make that face. It’s quite offensive."

"Huh? What face?" Florian asked, furrowing his brows.

Heinz tilted his head, the smirk deepening into something more playful. His gaze—warm yet sharp—rested on Florian a little too long, making the younger man’s face heat up.

’Why is he looking at me like that?’

"You look like you’d rather die than move your room next to mine," Heinz teased.

Florian crossed his arms over his chest, puffing his cheeks slightly. "Your Majesty... It’s not that. I just... What would the others think?"

"Mhm. They might think I’ve already decided to name you as my queen," Heinz replied with a shrug—his tone so casual it made Florian flinch. "Well, they won’t be wrong."

"W-What?!"

Florian choked on nothing, coughing so violently he had to pound his chest. Heinz, of course, simply laughed.

"You okay?" Heinz asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement.

Florian glared at him through watery eyes.

’He’s impossible. Why does he enjoy flustering me like this?’

"Your Majesty... you..." Florian managed to say once he’d finally calmed from his coughing fit, his voice still rasping slightly. He cleared his throat, glaring half-heartedly at the king, cheeks tinged red—not just from the coughing.

"You joke around about that too much," he added, trying to sound scolding but failing to hide the fluster in his tone.

"Do I?" Heinz replied, raising an eyebrow with a feigned innocence that made it obvious he was anything but innocent.

’Ugh, he’s doing that on purpose...’ Florian thought, resisting the urge to groan aloud.

Straightening his posture and brushing invisible dust from his sleeve to regain some composure, he quickly moved to change the subject. "Well, if you do not need me anymore, I suppose I should return to my room. You’ll be having a drink with the dukes tonight, no?"

It was partly an excuse to leave, but also somewhat true. Florian needed to get away—his head was spinning, his nerves stretched thin. He needed quiet, not just to think, but to act.

’I can’t rest. Not yet. Not when things are this unclear.’

He could still feel the weight of everything pressing down on him—two unknown enemies, Heinz’s death, the unsettling clues, the way everyone was suddenly a suspect. Rest felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford.

"Yes," Heinz said simply, standing up from his seat and rolling his shoulders back. His body made a few audible cracks as he stretched his neck with a faint sigh. "Then we’ll go together. After all, I plan to rest in my room."

Florian blinked. Once. Twice.

’Eh? Then why are you coming with me—?’

Before he could even voice the thought, Heinz added casually, "I can show you to your new room."

Florian’s body locked up as if he’d just heard a death sentence.

He turned to Heinz slowly, wary. "Your Majesty... when you said I should move right away..."

"Mhm." Heinz didn’t even look at him when he responded. He was already walking toward the door with unhurried steps, like this was the most mundane thing in the world. "I meant now."

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