Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: ’Conversation With The King’

’So... does this mean I was right? It does, doesn’t it?’ Florian blinked, his mind scrambling to process the weight of his realization. His throat felt dry, his palms damp as Heinz’s sharp, unreadable gaze bore into him. That calm intensity was unnerving, like staring into the eye of a storm.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Florian asked, his voice slipping out sharper than intended, laced with frustration and confusion.

"I was waiting to see if you’d figure it out," Heinz replied evenly, his tone maddeningly composed, as if Florian’s reaction was merely a minor detail in a grander scheme.

’Huh?’

Florian frowned, his thoughts running in circles. "Why, Your Majesty? Does it really matter whether or not I figure it out?"

"It does," Heinz said without hesitation, his words deliberate, each syllable cutting like a blade. "I’m testing your thinking abilities, Florian. Whether or not you’re actually clever. You may be in Florian’s body, and you may not have been involved in what happened to me in my first life, but the truth is..." He paused, letting the silence stretch, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "...I still know nothing about you."

Florian’s breath hitched at the subtle accusation—or was it mistrust? The words hung in the air like a blade suspended above him, unyielding and poised to strike.

Heinz twirled a strand of his dark hair between his fingers, the casual motion at odds with the weight of the conversation. In his other hand, the papers Florian had handed him lay untouched, as if the king’s focus had long since shifted.

’Of course. Another test.’ Florian clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to let out a weary sigh.

His confusion began to sharpen into frustration. "And now you’re telling me this because?" he asked, his voice carrying a sharp edge.

Heinz’s lips curved faintly, his smile as enigmatic as ever—too vague to be reassuring. "Because you figured something out. Do you understand now?"

The question wasn’t a prompt; it was a challenge. Florian bristled inwardly, irritation flaring as he struggled to maintain his composure. He opened his mouth to reply but faltered, the weight of Heinz’s gaze pinning him in place.

’I should understand. I think I do... but what is he even trying to accomplish?’

"I think..." Florian began cautiously, deliberately slowing his words, "I understand what you’re trying to do, Your Majesty. But I’m not quite sure I see the point."

Heinz raised a brow, his faint amusement only fueling Florian’s irritation. It was as if the king found his struggle entertaining—a game only one of them knew the rules to.

Exhaling softly, Florian pushed his scattered thoughts into some semblance of order. "Could it be that... you want me to figure out what happened to you on my own, instead of you just telling me outright?"

Heinz nodded, the faintest trace of approval flickering in his expression. "You’re starting to get it."

Florian’s chest tightened, his heart skipping a beat at the confirmation. Instinctively, he took a small step back, tilting his head in disbelief. "But... why?" The question slipped out before he could stop himself, his voice tinged with frustration.

Heinz shrugged, his composure unwavering. "You have to figure that out yourself."

The bluntness hit Florian like a slap. He felt his face fall, but he quickly schooled his expression, forcing himself to remain composed. His nails dug into his palms as he struggled to suppress the irritation bubbling inside him.

’I swear, every male character in this goddamn world—except Cashew—has their own unique way of pissing me off and being infuriatingly vague.’

Lucius. Lancelot. Heinz.

God forbid Hendrix decided to show up and add to the chaos.

Florian swallowed the wave of irritation, straightening his back. "Right, Your Majesty," he said, his tone carefully neutral.

Heinz let out an amused chuckle—rare and deeply unsettling. "You seem displeased."

’Is he... teasing me right now?’

Florian had to bite back a reaction, his frustration spiking at the word submissive.

’It’s because you threatened me,’ he thought begrudgingly, shaking his head. "I was just in quite a shock."

’What the fuck? Why does he keep attacking me today? What’s his goal?’

The comment hit Florian like a whip, and his thoughts froze. ’So YOU are aware of how some of the princesses treated Florian.’