Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: ’In The Dungeon...Again.’

The stone walls of the dungeon were as damp and oppressive as Florian remembered. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic—blood, perhaps, lingering from past interrogations. Each step he took echoed against the cold stone, amplifying the weight of his unease.

’Back here again...’

It was bad enough that he had to return to this wretched place, but something was distinctly off. Heinz, as composed as ever, was walking right beside him.

’The two are surprisingly quiet today.’

Lancelot and Lucius followed behind them in perfect silence. Usually, either Heinz or Florian would be walking with Lancelot or Lucius, not each other. The unusual formation made Florian’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

’Why is he beside me now? Did something happen?’

Before he could dwell on it further, Heinz spoke, his voice calm, yet edged with something Florian couldn’t quite place. "Are you sure you have no other recollection of what happened to you last night in the infirmary?"

Florian nearly stumbled. His heart lurched in his chest as he turned to Heinz, puzzled by the sudden question. The way Heinz phrased it made it sound as if something had happened, something he was supposed to remember. A strange unease crept into his bones, cold and insidious.

’Why is he asking me like that? What does he know that I don’t?’

He swallowed his apprehension and replied carefully, "Did I... do anything strange, Your Majesty?"

Heinz glanced at him, his red eyes gleaming under the dim torches lining the dungeon halls. Then, with the same casual ease, he said, "You asked me to touch you."

Florian stopped dead in his tracks. His breath hitched, his body stiffening as if he had been struck by lightning.

’...What. What?!’

His face flushed a deep red, horror dawning on him. "I—I did what?!"

’I don’t remember that at all!’

Heinz’s expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of amusement in his gaze.

"You asked me to touch you," he repeated, tilting his head ever so slightly. "It was... an interesting experience seeing you like that."

Florian’s mind short-circuited. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, utterly lost for words. Heat burned up his neck to his ears as he grasped desperately for an explanation. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

’I—oh my god—oh my god—’

"I—I am so sorry, Your Majesty!" Florian blurted, bowing his head in mortification. "I don’t know what came over me! I must have still been under the influence of the aphrodisiac—I would never have done that in my right mind! You must have been so uncomfortable!"

Heinz merely chuckled, a soft exhale through his nose. "Perhaps. But it was... different."

Florian covered his face with his hands. "Please just forget about it!"

Heinz didn’t reply. Instead, he simply continued walking. Florian, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole, hurried after him, his thoughts a frantic, mortified mess.

By the time they reached the prisoner’s cell, Florian had barely managed to suppress his embarrassment. Lancelot stepped forward, stopping just in front of the iron bars. Inside, bound tightly to a chair, was a trembling man—his mouth gagged, his wrists and ankles shackled. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his breathing ragged with fear.

’Damn.’

The moment his gaze landed on Heinz, Lucius, and Lancelot, he paled visibly. His body shook like a leaf in the wind, and Florian almost—almost—felt bad for him.

Lucius adjusted his glasses and spoke coolly, "His name is Julius. He is an actual servant in the palace. However, he was not assigned to serve at the ball."

Florian stiffened. ’So, he wasn’t supposed to be there? Then that means...’

Heinz stepped forward, the shadows casting his features into something almost demonic. He lifted a hand, fingers barely twitching, and the gag over Julius’s mouth vanished in an instant—burned away by magic. The servant let out a gasping sob, sucking in desperate breaths.

"Speak," Heinz ordered, his voice as sharp as a blade. "And do not lie." His red eyes glowed ominously. "Or else... you’ll end up just like the last prisoner we had."

Julius whimpered, his whole body going rigid with terror. His lips quivered as he forced out a stammering plea. "P-Please, Your Majesty... s-spare me! I—I swear I didn’t w-want to—!"

Heinz remained impassive, watching him with the cold patience of a predator. "Then talk. Who ordered you to do it? Who gave you the aphrodisiac? And why did they target him?"

"I will not ask again," Heinz said, his tone deathly calm. "Who."

’Harmless? Then why was he there in the first place?’

’Again? First me, now him? He was also made to forget?’