Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 518

Chapter 518: ’A Message From The Gods.’

Surprisingly, the king and queen—Aurelius and Isidora—didn’t so much as flinch.

Their heads remained bowed, their posture unbroken, their silence unnerving.

It was not they who reacted.

It was the s-called ’Supreme Hierophant’.

Serapion raised his head slowly, that ever-serene smile still carved across his lips. His gaze fixed upon Heinz, calm yet unyielding, a priest cloaked in the authority of gods themselves.

"Your Majesty," he began, his voice carrying with startling clarity through the hushed ballroom, "as the head of the Sanctus Regnum Church, I come to deliver truth. King Aurelius and Queen Isidora... are not the parents of Alexandria."

The words struck like a whip.

Florian’s breath caught in his throat. Gasps rippled through the crowd, nobles leaning toward each other in frantic whispers.

’What...?’ His feet moved before his mind could catch up—he stepped forward, his brows furrowing deeply.

"What... does that mean exactly?" Florian asked aloud, his voice sharper than intended.

The Hierophant’s gaze shifted to him, eyes narrowing in gentle acknowledgment. "The day her parents learned of her atrocities, they made their choice. A choice of repentance."

"Repentance?" Florian’s voice slipped, confused, almost incredulous.

Serapion inclined his head in a solemn nod, though that unsettling smile never faded. "Yes. Repentance. I regret speaking of this matter during what should be a joyous celebration. And yet..." His tone softened, though his words pierced deeper.

"...I hope it grants Your Highness a measure of comfort, as one who suffered under her brutality—brutality our kingdom does not, and will never, stand for."

The crowd erupted again, whispers flooding the air like a rising tide.

"What is he saying?"

"Repent... with their lives?"

"Impossible—!"

Heinz tilted his head, his smirk cruelly curious. "Go on. Now, I am curious."

Serapion bowed ever so slightly, then straightened, his smile growing wider, edged with an almost holy fervor.

"That girl’s parents—yes, the former king and queen of Sanctus Regnum..." He emphasized the word former, letting it hang heavy in the air. "...took it upon themselves to surrender their bodies to the gods, as repentance for bringing such a demon into the world."

He let the silence stretch, then spoke the words that fell like a guillotine:

"In other words, they are dead."

The hall broke into chaos. Gasps. Shouts. Disbelieving cries.

"Did they... kill themselves?"

"So these people... they aren’t even the original king and queen?"

"By the gods... how horrifying."

Fans snapped shut, nobles clutched pearls and jewels as though the sanctity of their own families was now in question.

Florian’s eyes widened, his stomach twisting.

It was horrifying indeed.

’So... Alexandria’s parents are gone too? And their kingdom just... replaced them like pieces on a board? Just like that?’

Alexandria had left scars on him—scars that still burned when he thought of what she had done, the traumas she had forced upon him.

But this... for her parents to pay with their lives as well? To be erased in the name of repentance?

Horror clawed at him. A kingdom blessed by gods, guided by prophecy, executing judgment on its own bloodline.

Heinz, however, seemed delighted. His chuckle was low, cruel, echoing across the stunned silence.

"I respect how you handle matters in your kingdom," he drawled. "And here I thought I was about to slaughter another one today."

’Seriously?’

"A gift?"

"What kind of gift would Sanctus Regnum bring?"

"With such a convoy... this cannot be simple."

’What kind of gift requires all this? What are they hiding behind this spectacle?’

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