Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: ’Suspicious Servant’

"Alright. Speak."

Heinz’s voice cut through the silence the moment Florian and Cashew left.

He had been watching. The whole time, he could tell—Lancelot and Lucius had something to say, something they wouldn’t dare bring up in front of Florian.

Yet, now that the room was emptied, they hesitated.

That alone was unusual.

They were both blunt, always. Even with their mutual disdain for each other, they shared that trait. If something was on their minds, they said it.

The only thing they ever hesitated to speak about was—

’Florian.’

Heinz sighed, rubbing his temple before looking at them expectantly.

"It’s about Florian, isn’t it?"

Lucius was the first to move, stepping forward as he removed his glasses. His golden eyes, usually impassive behind the lenses, gleamed faintly under the candlelight.

"It’s... Cashew, Your Majesty."

Lancelot, who had remained still up until now, furrowed his brows and took a step forward as well. "Wait, you too?" He shot Lucius a skeptical glance before turning back to Heinz. "I was already planning to bring up some concerns about the kid."

Heinz rested a hand on his desk, absentmindedly twisting a lock of his long black hair around his fingers as he stared at them. "Lucius, tell me. What’s your problem with the boy?"

Lucius hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—before he spoke. "While making my usual rounds earlier, I ran into Cashew standing in front of His Highness’ door."

Heinz tilted his head slightly, signaling for him to continue.

"Cashew is usually shy and reserved," Lucius said slowly. "He’s never been the type to complain or step out of line. He follows instructions without question, and the other servants dote on him."

’However...?’

"However," Lucius sighed, "His Highness told me last night that they had an argument. He asked me to check on Cashew, so I did. And when I spoke to him... I saw something I’ve never seen before."

Heinz’s fingers stilled against his hair. "And that was?"

"Anger. Suspicion. Worry. Grief." Lucius listed the emotions carefully, his tone quieter than before.

Lancelot’s expression tightened at that. "Grief?"

Lucius nodded. "And when he looked at you, Your Majesty..." His voice turned colder. "He had hatred in his eyes."

A tense pause.

"Hatred?" Lancelot echoed, disbelief flickering across his face. "For His Majesty?"

Lucius gave a single, firm nod.

"That makes no sense," Lancelot said, arms crossing over his chest. "Why would Cashew hate His Majesty? And all of a sudden, at that?"

"I don’t know," Lucius admitted. "But what I do know is that his negative emotions disappeared the moment His Highness spoke to him. Or, at the very least, if His Highness was looking."

His words were careful, measured—as if he was trying not to trigger Heinz.

’It’s because he’s Florian’s servant.’

Heinz thought to himself, exhaling slowly through his nose. He then turned his attention to Lancelot.

"And you?"

Lancelot blinked, caught slightly off guard. "Oh—uh, earlier..." He scratched the back of his head, looking almost sheepish. "At first, I thought Julius was a strange choice to get close to His Highness. After all, all he did was serve him a drink. I figured Cashew would’ve been a more logical choice."

Heinz remained silent, waiting.

Lancelot let out a small huff before continuing. "But then I ran into the princesses. Princess Athena mentioned that she went to His Highness’ room earlier to speak with him, but when she got there, Cashew was just... standing in front of the door. Staring at it. Exactly like how Lucius described."

A pause.

"I started thinking—what if there’s a possibility that Cashew is the traitor?"

Heinz arched a brow. "Just because he was standing in front of a door?"

Lancelot shook his head. "Cashew... we know almost nothing about him. Only that he came from an orphanage. And as Lucius pointed out, His Highness himself was concerned by Cashew’s sudden change in attitude. That shift happened right when everything went down."

His voice lowered slightly. "That’s not a coincidence."

Heinz leaned back against his chair, tapping a finger against the polished wood of his desk. "I know he’s acting strange," he murmured. "He’s been glaring at me since last night. He isn’t even making an effort to hide it."

Both Lancelot and Lucius stiffened slightly at that revelation.

"I wanted to see if he’d leak our plans," Heinz said, voice steady, calculated. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

’He had seen it from that servant, back then. The way he glared at me with nothing but contempt after Florian’s execution.’