Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458: ’Not One Bit.’

Ha.

Ha?

Was Florian joking?

Heinz waited—expected, even—for Florian to laugh, to say it was some kind of bad joke or exaggeration. But Florian just stared at him, expression dead serious. Not a hint of teasing. Not a flicker of doubt.

"How could that be? That’s ridiculous," Heinz muttered, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. "The God turned back time for me, not for Hendrix. There is no possible way Hendrix has his memories."

His voice carried conviction, but the more he repeated it, the more it felt like he was trying to convince himself. He could almost hear the cracks beginning to form.

Because Heinz did remember that the original Florian also somehow retained his memories. A fact that never sat fully right with him.

But he’d rationalized it—told himself that it was because Florian had been replaced by ’Aden.’ That maybe the vessel, or the soul, or whatever strange divine mechanism had been used, preserved the memories somehow.

Or maybe, more cleverly, the God had chosen Florian because he’d already died—because he was the least likely suspect in the crime that led to Heinz’s own murder.

And it was logical.

That was the exact train of thought Heinz followed when he first realized time had been rewound.

But Hendrix?

What reason could there possibly be for Hendrix to return with his memories?

Nothing, Heinz thought coldly. Nothing good, at least.

And then Florian looked at him.

That look.

It wasn’t angry, it wasn’t pitying. It was something worse.

Something sharp and quiet that Heinz didn’t know how to defend against.

It was disappointment.

It was the kind of look that made Heinz feel something he wasn’t used to feeling—something foreign, unfamiliar, and unwanted.

Shame.

Because Florian was staring at him like he was the dumbest man alive.

And that was impossible.

Heinz was not dumb.

Still... the sting of that look stayed.

Florian let out a sigh. "Your Majesty, you said it yourself—last time, Hendrix came to your birthday and showed you a letter, begging for forgiveness or something of the sort. Now? He’s come to challenge you. He spoke to me with so much familiarity. He’s been trying to trigger the original Florian’s memories."

His brow creased, and he looked down, eyes shadowed. "Not to mention..." He glanced toward the door Cashew had just left through.

’Oh? Is he finally going to address the Cashew situation?’ Heinz thought, watching him carefully.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed Cashew’s strange behavior. His sudden overprotectiveness... and his clear disdain for you." Florian’s voice was steady now. "I confirmed Hendrix was the strange man because Cashew didn’t even flinch when Hendrix appeared earlier. He wasn’t surprised at all."

He looked up at Heinz then—calm, sure. "For whatever reason, you and maybe even Lucius knew Cashew was suspicious, and neither of you did anything about it. I’d like you to continue doing nothing, and let me handle him."

Heinz didn’t reply right away.

Yes, he had suspected something about Cashew. There were inconsistencies. There was that subtle malice.

Heinz had tested him multiple times, watching to see if he’d harm Florian, especially since all the attacks in this life seemed to revolve around Florian.

But Cashew never did. He never made a move against Florian—or against Heinz, for that matter. And Florian, smart as he was, had clearly already picked up on it himself. So Heinz had let it go. Had forgotten about it, even.

Until now.

But then...

If Hendrix really was the strange man—

It made him furious.

"Same reason he’s taunting you, Your Majesty." Florian’s voice had quiet fire behind it. "You had him and the original Florian executed. Remember?" He took a breath, gaze steady. "And knowing the original Florian’s most trusted aide was Cashew, I assume Hendrix gained Cashew’s loyalty the same way he got to me—with that magic."

’Fuck.’ Heinz thought. Why did everything feel like it was spiraling again? Alexandria was finally gone.

And worst of all... he was after Florian?

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