Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: ’Every Villager Available’

Kane’s grip on Florian’s collar tightened, his knuckles white as he shook him, his face contorted with pure, unfiltered fury.

"WHAT DID YOU AND YOUR ARCANIOR DO?!" Kane bellowed, his voice ragged and raw with rage, echoing through day.

’He’s fucking angry.’

Florian’s head jerked back slightly from the force, his pulse pounding in his ears like a drum. His vision blurred at the edges, but he forced himself to stay calm.

’Okay. Okay. Don’t panic. Keep it together.’

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Florian gasped, his voice cracking just enough to sound believable. His wide, desperate eyes flickered with the perfect blend of confusion and fear. "Why are you blaming me? We didn’t do anything!"

"Liar!" Kane’s face twisted even further, his eyes narrowing with burning suspicion. "That fire started right when your so-called ’friend’ went to get your medicine—how convenient." His tone dripped with accusation, and he shook Florian again, hard enough to make his teeth rattle.

’Shit. He’s putting it together too fast.’

"Stop it!"

The voice cut through the tension like a knife. Though weary and aged, Augustus’s tone carried a surprising authority that commanded attention. The old chief stepped forward, his wrinkled hand grasping Kane’s arm with unexpected strength.

"Kane, release him."

"Uncle, they—!"

"I said, release him."

Augustus’s voice was low, but the weight behind it was unyielding.

Kane’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring, but after a tense moment, his grip loosened. He shoved Florian back with a grunt of frustration, sending him stumbling. Florian barely caught himself, his hand instinctively brushing against his throat where Kane’s fingers had been.

’Great. Now I look even more pathetic.’

"Why would we do something like that?" Florian demanded, his voice sharp with just the right amount of frustration and hurt. "If we had bad intentions, wouldn’t we be less obvious about it? Why would Anastasius leave right before a fire if we were planning something? That makes no sense!"

Kane’s eyes narrowed, his jaw working as the words sank in.

’Good. Plant that doubt.’

But just as Kane looked ready to retaliate, a sharp voice rang out.

"Aden!"

Florian barely had time to turn before a strong arm suddenly pulled him back—away from Kane’s reach.

He stumbled, but the grip was steady, familiar.

’It’s Heinz.’

His heart skipped a beat.

Florian blinked, and sure enough, there he was—Heinz, or rather, Anastasius—standing between him and Kane. His expression was cool, controlled, but his sharp, piercing eyes... they were fixed on Kane with thinly veiled warning.

’Damn it, not the time to get giddy, Florian!’

His pulse hammered, but for all the wrong reasons. Heinz was too close. Too warm.

"Is everything alright?" Heinz’s voice was calm, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. His grip on Florian’s arm lingered, just a little too long.

Florian’s cheeks heated instantly.

"I’m... fine," Florian murmured, averting his gaze and pulling away, but not too quickly. His fingers brushed lightly against Heinz’s as he stepped back. "What took you so long?"

"Apologies," Heinz replied smoothly, holding up a small glass vial between his fingers. "The vial was harder to find among all the others. I didn’t expect it to be buried so deep in the satchel."

Florian’s eyes narrowed.

’Liar.’

That wasn’t true. And Florian knew it.

A brief flash of memory surfaced.

"The plan is simple... we’re going to start a fire to distract the villagers." Heinz had said, his tone quiet, calculated.

"Eh? But your majesty, won’t it be too obvious that we started it?"

"I’ll pretend to go search for some medicine," Heinz had murmured, his tone cool and precise. "While I’m gone... Azure will handle the distraction."

The faintest sound of a croak echoed in his mind.

’Azure...’

’It’s all going according to plan... but Kane’s too damn suspicious.’

"Enough!"

’WHY am I reacting like this?! Stop it, Florian!’

This was all the original Florian’s fault.