Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: 'Sudden Proposition'

'What is happening to me? Why would I do that... Why would I say that?!'

Something was wrong. No, something was definitely wrong. It all started with that sudden flash of memory—strange and vivid—right after he had bumped into Heinz.

But what had triggered it?

The question hung unanswered in Florian's mind, but there was no time to dwell on it. What mattered now was the imminent danger. Heinz stood before him, his hand already gripping the hilt of his sword, his expression darkened with pure hatred.

'Why is he even acting like this? Isn't he supposed to just ignore me? Florian's barely worth his attention in the novel. He's been acting so aggressive since the announcement.'

None of this was making sense.

The only thought now screaming in Florian's head was how to undo whatever damage he had done. But how could he? Words had already failed him once. What if he said the wrong thing again?

'I have to pull myself together... He's... He's coming closer.'

"I have been having a very awful day, Florian," Heinz growled, his voice low and brimming with anger. "And I have grown tired of your nonsense. To deal with it again and again... hah..."

With an ominous rasp, Heinz unsheathed his sword. Each step he took was deliberate, the steel catching the light as it left its scabbard. Florian instinctively took a step back.

"Your Highness..." a soft voice broke through the tension.

Cashew.

The boy's frail fingers clutched at the hem of Florian's tunic, his small frame trembling against Florian's side. The weight of that tiny gesture anchored Florian, stirring a protective instinct he didn't even know he had. Without thinking, he shifted to shield the boy, placing himself squarely between Cashew and Heinz.

"Y-Your Majesty..." Florian stammered, his throat tightening. "Please, let me explain. You misunderstood what I said."

Heinz's gaze bore into him, sharp and unyielding. "Oh? So now you think I'm an idiot?"

'I didn't even say anything offensive! I just... I just asked a question!' But the truth was, Florian didn't even know why he had asked it. That memory—the strange, foreign thought—had taken control before he could stop it.

Heinz took another step forward, and Florian felt Cashew shaking harder behind him. The boy's fear was a knife twisting in his gut.

'Think, damn it. Why is he here? Why does he care so much about me staying away from the princesses?'

"Should I just end this with one quick swipe?" Heinz's voice cut through the air like the edge of his blade. "It would be one less problem to deal with."

Florian's mouth went dry. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump that refused to budge.

'What the fuck are your problems anyway? Fifty percent managing a harem, thirty percent ruling a kingdom, and twenty percent being pissed off at me. You chose to announce you're looking for a wife, and now you're mad about it? Wait... that's it! That's why he's here!'

"Silent now?" Heinz sneered, raising his sword slowly. "Then—"

"Y-Your Majesty!" Florian burst out, his voice cracking under the weight of desperation. "I... I just thought about helping you!"

Heinz froze, his sword mid-air. His brows furrowed, his glare shifting into wary confusion. "What are you spouting this time?"

"I... I know why you're here," Florian stammered, his voice trembling but gaining strength as the words spilled out.

Heinz's scowl deepened. "How could you possibly know that?" _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

Florian hesitated for half a second before forcing a faint smile, a calculated move to mask his panic. "How could I not?" he said, his tone soft but laced with conviction.

'I may forget things. Some details might slip away, and the information I know may change, but there's one thing I'm certain of: you don't go to the harem. You summon them to you. And judging by the direction you were heading, it's obvious where you're going.'

'Bingo.'