Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: ’Terrible Plan.’

"Your Majesty..."

Lucius’s cautious voice spoke from behind him.

Heinz ignored it entirely as he stormed—no, stomped—angrily into his office, the echo of his boots pounding against the marble floor like war drums. The two sets of footsteps that followed were slower, more hesitant. Lucius and Lancelot trailed behind him, uneasy, and with good reason.

The moment Heinz entered, he whirled around. His crimson eyes were blazing with fury, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Lucius and Lancelot froze in place, visibly tense—mildly concerned, yes, but mostly terrified.

"Where is he?" Heinz demanded, his voice sharp enough to slice through steel. His glare could’ve turned them to stone.

"H-He went to visit... her, Your Majesty," Lucius stammered, immediately bowing his head to avoid the full weight of Heinz’s gaze.

Of course he did.

Of course he fucking did.

"What are your orders, Your Majesty? Do you... want us to seize him?" Lancelot asked carefully, trying his best to sound composed even as the deadly aura rolling off Heinz made the air in the room suffocating.

But the question only seemed to push Heinz further over the edge.

"We can’t do anything. Not right now," Heinz bit out through gritted teeth, pacing forward before throwing himself down in his chair, the tension in his body refusing to settle.

"Pardon? We’re... not going to do anything?" Lancelot asked again, stunned now, unable to hide it.

Of course he’d be surprised.

Anyone would be.

Heinz despised Hendrix. Hated him with every bone in his body. He’d exiled him and his mother to the furthest corner of the kingdom just to ensure he never saw him again. And if Hendrix dared show his face within reach, Heinz would never hesitate—never—he would end him right then and there.

But now?

Now, he couldn’t. Not because he didn’t want to.

But because of him.

Because of Florian.

Because fuck.

"Fuck!" Heinz roared, slamming his fists down onto the polished mahogany table with all his strength. The impact cracked straight through the wood—then shattered it completely, splintering the desk into two jagged halves.

He stood there for a moment, seething, his shoulders rising and falling with each furious breath.

’What the fuck is he thinking?’ Heinz thought, and ’he’ being none other than Florian.

"I have an idea," Florian said with a quiet sigh, his voice laced with both hesitation and resolve. "But I know Your Majesty will be against it. However, it’s important that you understand—this is the best course of action right now."

’I knew it.’ Heinz narrowed his eyes, instantly wary. He knew Florian was about to suggest something he wouldn’t like.

Anything that involved Florian and Hendrix in the same sentence was already something he didn’t want to hear.

"I have reason to believe that Hendrix might be doing what he’s doing now to save Florian... or me," Florian continued, his voice carefully measured, yet unsure. "He thinks—well, everyone thinks—I’m the real Florian."

He paused for a beat, as if searching for the right words.

"Whether it’s guilt or... whatever is driving him, I believe he does have the intention to take me. Hence why he approached Cashew."

Heinz’s hand twitched—barely noticeable, but sharp. ’All the more reason to kill Hendrix.’ Florian was doing a terrible job at convincing him otherwise.

"And I know," Florian pressed on, trying not to waver, "that is already a crime in itself—he’s trespassed here multiple times. But consider this, Your Majesty." He lifted his gaze, and Heinz was met with eyes full of worry. "Hendrix knows how powerful you are. He knows your strength. And yet, despite that, he came here and challenged you."

His voice lowered.

"Why do you think that is?"

Heinz didn’t hesitate. His tone was cold, flat, final.

"Because he’s a fool."

Florian let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Your Majesty, work with me here. We both know—he might be weak, yes, or maybe not. But he’s not a fool. No one is foolish enough to think they can face you and live, not even with just Azure alone."

He motioned toward Azure, who sat perched and glaring like he could bite through metal.

Heinz raised an eyebrow, still unmoved. "Your point?"

"My point," Florian said, slowly crossing his arms, "is that he must be hiding something. He must have something besides sheer will. Or he knows something—something that makes him invincible."

Florian’s voice was firmer now, more certain.

"The fact that he can use advanced magic... underground magic, at that—it already says a lot, right? He’s different from the man he was before. Whether he did something, or if it was divine intervention against you—"

He stopped.

He didn’t need to say more.

Heinz didn’t answer right away. He was too taken aback.

Did Heinz ever mention that fact to Florian?

He doesn’t think so.

Or maybe he did?

"I think..." Florian began cautiously, his voice carrying a note of wary determination, "before we make a move, we should find out what exactly he’s hiding... or what his plans are."

Heinz’s expression darkened slightly, his jaw tightening. There was something in Florian’s tone that unnerved him—measured, but not hesitant. Calm, but not passive. He sounded like someone preparing for war, not escape.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Heinz asked, voice low, arms now slowly folding across his chest as he watched Florian closely. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Heinz’s expression darkened slightly, his jaw tightening. There was something in Florian’s tone that unnerved him—measured, but not hesitant. Calm, but not passive. He sounded like someone preparing for war, not escape.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Heinz asked, voice low, arms now slowly folding across his chest as he watched Florian closely.

Heinz clenched his hands into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood if he wasn’t careful. ’He wants to get close to Hendrix by pretending to be the actual Florian?’ he thought, the fury building so fast it nearly blinded him. Every inch of him screamed to kill a man—now.

Where was the dumb, naive Florian the moment he needed him?

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