Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 344

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.

"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."

’So soon?’

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

’Why is he looking at me like that?’

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

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