Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: ’Nausea Caused By...?’

Florian braced himself for the inevitable. His stomach had already begun to twist, the nausea rising like a wave—he was sure he was about to be sick.

But then—

Nothing.

The feeling disappeared as suddenly as it had come, leaving him cold and disoriented.

’What...?’

His breath hitched. His body, which had been moments away from violently rejecting the meal, was now perfectly fine. No pain, no burning, not even lingering unease. It was as if the nausea had never been there at all.

A shiver crawled down his spine. The abrupt shift was unnatural, unsettling in a way he couldn’t quite name.

Florian barely had time to process the confusion before he realized something else—Heinz still hadn’t let go.

He lifted his head slightly, taking in the steady warmth of Heinz’s grip, the effortless way he was being carried. There was no strain, no sign of difficulty—Heinz wasn’t even winded.

A flicker of heat burned at the edges of Florian’s pride.

’Okay, putting the nausea aside—how long does he plan on carrying me?’

Clearing his throat, he muttered, "Your Majesty."

No response.

"King Heinz," he tried again, quieter this time.

Still, the man kept walking, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings, his focus elsewhere.

Florian’s brow twitched.

"Alright, seriously—put me down."

That got his attention.

Heinz finally glanced down, blinking as if only now realizing that he was still holding Florian. There was no embarrassment in his expression, no awkwardness—just a slight hum of acknowledgment before he lowered Florian onto his feet with practiced ease.

The moment his boots touched the ground, Florian took a deep breath, steadying himself. He adjusted his cloak, brushing off the ghost of Heinz’s hold.

"Thanks for the dramatic exit," he muttered, glancing back toward the house they had just left. The wooden structure stood still and quiet, but Florian could almost feel the weight of the villagers’ eyes from behind its thin walls. He exhaled sharply. "But now do you mind explaining what that was?"

Heinz crossed his arms. "Be more specific."

Florian scowled. "Don’t be like this, Your Majesty. You saw what happened. I thought I was going to puke my guts out, then suddenly—nothing. Was I poisoned, or what?"

"Don’t worry." Heinz’s voice was calm, unwavering.

Florian stared at him, incredulous. "Don’t worry? I almost vomited on you!"

There was a small rustling beneath his cloak, followed by the soft tickle of scales against his neck. A tiny snout peeked out, and before Florian could react, a rough, warm tongue flicked against his cheek.

Florian sighed. ’Of course.’

"Azure, I’m fine."

The small dragon let out a faint trill, his vibrant blue eyes still glimmering with concern.

Florian reached up, absentmindedly running his fingers along Azure’s small, curved horns. The action soothed him more than he cared to admit.

Heinz, meanwhile, was watching him with unreadable eyes. Then, at last, he spoke.

"It was me."

Florian blinked.

Florian furrowed his brows. ’You—? What? Why?!’ His confusion quickly shifted into irritation. "You what?"

’Then what the fuck did I just eat?’

"Yeah, well, felt like it."

Heinz didn’t reply, his gaze steady and unwavering. Florian sighed. He wanted to be annoyed—he should be annoyed—but deep down, he couldn’t even blame Heinz for it.