Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: ’Rebuilding Relationships’

"What’s wrong? Why are you both so quiet now?"

That’s what Florian wanted to ask the two dukes—Alexandrius and Alaric—who had spent the better part of the evening running their mouths with reckless abandon. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Heinz, but if there was one rule in this world that he refused to break, it was this:

Never talk shit about the king at his own party.

The once-lively atmosphere of the ball now teetered on the edge of collapse. Laughter had faded into hushed tension, the elegant waltz had come to an awkward halt, and the air, once buzzing with conversation, now felt thick—like a storm was brewing just beneath the gilded chandeliers.

All because these two fools had refused to hold their tongues.

Even the other ducal houses had fallen silent.

Florian could feel the shift, but more importantly, so could the citizens of Concordia. After all, they were the only ones who could sense magic.

Unlike him.

Unlike the princesses.

His gaze flickered to Alexandrius and Alaric, their previously smug expressions now wiped clean. Their aging faces, once so full of bravado, were taut with something dangerously close to fear.

’They look terrified.’

Even Lucius and Lancelot—both of whom were used to Heinz’s presence—seemed uneasy. And they were on his side.

Florian, on the other hand?

’I just need to wait for the right moment to slip away.’

"Well?"

A single word, spoken in a voice both smooth and sharp, shattered the suffocating silence. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

Heinz stood at the edge of the ballroom, posture relaxed, but the weight of his presence bore down on the entire hall like an unspoken command.

"It’s been quite some time since I’ve spoken to either of you, and yet, for the past few years, you’ve been so eager to gain my attention." His lips curled slightly, but his crimson eyes remained cold. "Why are you suddenly so... speechless?"

A ripple of whispers surged through the crowd, like dry leaves caught in the wind.

"He’s toying with them."

"Serves them right, but still... in public?"

"His Majesty hasn’t attended any social events, now he hosts one... and it turns out like this..."

Alexandrius swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "We... we weren’t saying anything untoward, Your Majesty. We were merely catching up with our sons."

"I never said you were saying anything untoward, Duke Flameheart," Heinz replied smoothly. "I only mentioned that you seemed to be discussing something of great importance."

A beat of silence. Then, Alexandrius visibly shuddered.

’Ouch.’ Florian stifled the urge to whistle. ’He’s toying with them on purpose.’

Heinz then turned his gaze to Alaric. "Uncle, it has been quite some time. Are you not going to greet me?"

Alaric’s lips parted, but no words came out. His wide eyes gleamed with something Florian could only describe as alarm. It was like watching a deer realize, far too late, that it was standing in a hunter’s sights.

Heinz’s eyes were glowing.

That deep, eerie red—bright, burning, unnatural.

’Knew it. He’s doing something,’ Florian mused, watching as a barely perceptible shudder ran through the gathered nobles.

Alaric swallowed thickly before finally forcing out a response. "Heinz... yes. Indeed. It has been a while. I did not expect you would approach me."

"Why wouldn’t I, Uncle?" Heinz tilted his head ever so slightly, his voice still disturbingly calm. "This is a celebration, after all. Where is Lucas? And Auntie?"

The words were casual, but something about them felt... wrong.

The ballroom had become deathly still.

And Heinz knew it.

He didn’t even acknowledge the fact that the music had stopped. Or that all conversation had ceased. Or that every breath in the room was being held, as if waiting for something inevitable to strike.

Lucius stood firm, his unreadable gaze locked onto his father. Lancelot, however, refused to look at his own. But then, with barely concealed spite, he spoke.

"Come now, Father," he drawled. "Tell His Majesty what we were talking about earlier. After all, most of your grievances could be addressed by him."

Florian blinked.

’Damn. He’s really fanning the flames.’

The flickering candlelight reflected in Alexandrius’s furious glare as he turned to his son. "I have no grievances against His Majesty. Only towards you, you ungrateful—"

’Liar.’

A single step forward.

It was barely even a movement, yet it sent an unmistakable wave of tension rippling through the room.

Heinz’s gaze flickered toward Florian for the briefest moment—acknowledging him, as if to confirm that he knew he was still standing there.

Then, his attention snapped back to Alexandrius.

"What was that?" Heinz asked.

Alexandrius took a step back.

"W-What?"

"You do know who you were addressing just now, correct?" Heinz tilted his head, as if mildly curious.

"He wouldn’t—"

"But that’s treason, isn’t it?"

"His Majesty is terrifying."

"Treason?"

’Burn.’ Florian thought. ’Heinz sure does love accusing people for treason.’¹

"Oh my, what is His Majesty going to do?"

"The dukes did cross the line..."

"To think a scene like this would happen when the King finally opened his doors to us..."

"This is quite a mess."