Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 464

Chapter 464: ’A Story Untold.’

"I know it is hard to believe," Hendrix said quietly, his voice laced with a strange mixture of resignation and urgency. "Especially... you are in love with him."

He ran a hand through his hair, fingers tangling slightly in the dark strands as if trying to collect his thoughts.

"However, it is true. That vision... it’s a deep memory. One that still lives inside you—whether it’s your soul, your body, or both."

Florian blinked, slow and deliberate, forcing his expression to stay still. Controlled. His features were calm, but his eyes—he made sure they reflected disbelief, confusion. Perfectly believable reactions.

Even though, deep down, he wasn’t just pretending anymore.

’Honestly, Florian was also genuinely surprised because it seemed Hendrix was exactly like Heinz.’

The revelation hit harder than he expected. Both brothers remembered.

They were both regressors.

But something didn’t add up. Heinz had been upfront—he knew that a god had helped him turn back time. That same god had guided and manipulated his journey.

But Hendrix?

Hendrix made no mention of divine intervention.

So how did he remember?

’Did the God also do that?’

’If yes, then why?’

’Why Hendrix?’

"You and I... we met at the palace garden," Hendrix said, eyes softening as his voice dropped lower, as if speaking directly to that moment from long ago. "I saw you crying."

He glanced down, his fingers curling slightly at his sides as if holding something fragile between them—his memories, maybe.

"I was also... very down. I had tried approaching my brother. I asked for his help. I even gave him the will that I showed you earlier."

’This Heinz told me about.’ Florian thought, staying still as he watched Hendrix.

’Where Hendrix asked Heinz to forgive his mother.’

"I did so because... I wanted him to forgive my mother," Hendrix continued. His voice was calm, but there was a tension to it now, a quiet strain. "I wanted him to stop tormenting her kingdom."

Florian’s eyes widened.

"Tormenting... her kingdom?"

That, Heinz had never mentioned.

Hendrix still wasn’t looking at him. His gaze was locked to the floor like it grounded him. Like if he looked away, the truth would unravel.

But he nodded.

"I had told you this as well," Hendrix said softly, "but my mother... she was a princess from a poor kingdom. A place our father visited when he was still a young prince. He... he always liked helping unfortunate lands. And he met my mother there."

There was something painfully reverent in the way Hendrix spoke about his mother—like every word was a prayer of remembrance.

"He asked her to come to Concordia. Not as queen, but as his concubine. In exchange, her kingdom would prosper under Concordia’s protection."

Now, this was interesting information.

"My mother... she was grateful to him. Eternally so. She agreed, knowing what she was giving up. But of course..." Hendrix exhaled shakily, finally lifting his gaze to meet Florian’s again, "that caused the late Queen Anastasia unimaginable pain."

Florian knew where this was going. The tension in his chest told him before Hendrix could even say it.

It led her to—

’He willingly banished himself?’ Florian thought, stunned.

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