Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: ’Was It Him All Along?’

"Pardon? So suddenly?" Alexandria’s voice wavered, clearly taken aback by the urgency in his tone. Her brows knit together in concern as she noticed the tears still slipping down Florian’s cheeks. Without thinking, she stepped closer.

Florian flinched.

His body jerked at the subtle movement, breath shallow, hands twitching at his sides.

Alexandria froze, startled.

Florian was trembling—not from the cold, not from fear of her—but something deeper, older. Something embedded in memory.

But not his own.

Not entirely.

His heart was pounding too fast, his skin clammy with sweat. He could feel it—the weight of that night again. The bitter, choking stillness before a storm of screaming.

’These emotions again... they’re not mine.’

It was déjà vu—but sharper. More vivid than before.

He knew this memory. Knew it like a Chapter torn straight from the novel’s pages: the infamous night before the execution. The scandal. The whispered accusations. The betrayal that came cloaked in silence and ceremony.

The original Prince Florian and Hendrix... condemned for treason.

Sleeping together.

Executed side by side.

No trial. No mercy. No truth.

Florian shut his eyes briefly, jaw clenching.

But what chilled him to his bones wasn’t just the memory.

It was how he remembered.

’That man... he triggered it. Just by touching me. How?’

Florian’s eyes darted to the space where the man had stood just moments ago. Gone. Not a trace of him.

’Is he the one who’s been making me remember? Was it him all along?’

He felt sick.

No one in this world should have the power to awaken someone else’s buried memories. There were no abilities like that—not in this kingdom, not anywhere.

Unless...

A God.

’Heinz said a God was helping him... and that other Gods were punishing him. Could it be that man? Could he be one of them?’

But then—

If he truly was a God, why would he use something as mundane as poison to kill Heinz?

Poison was cowardly. Human. Small.

’No... if someone like that wanted Heinz dead, they wouldn’t have left a body.’ _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

So the timeline didn’t fit. The motive didn’t fit. And that man... he didn’t fit.

Florian’s mind suddenly shifted.

’Hendrix.’

The name came unbidden.

Hendrix, who had attended Heinz’s birthday banquet—only to be cast aside like dirt. Hendrix, who drank himself numb that night and ended up tangled in Florian’s arms. Hendrix, who died first, without a word of defense.

But that couldn’t be it either.

Hendrix had been executed before Heinz died. Long before. That ruled him out completely.

’Also, Kaz mentioned Hendrix barely had any mana. So it couldn’t have been him.’ Florian frowned, his thoughts spiraling fast. ’But then... who? Who else has motive? Has power?’

’Fuck. I really need to talk to—’

"Grrrrrrr kraaah!"

The sudden screech yanked Florian out of his thoughts. His head snapped up.

"Azure?"

The familiar rasp of tiny fury reached his ears again, and he quickly spotted the source—Azure, trapped inside a glass jar lying near Alexandria’s feet, tail thrashing violently, wings pressed awkwardly against the narrow walls.

His heart clenched.

Alexandria turned toward the noise with a sheepish smile. "Oh! Are you familiar with this lizard? I thought so. My maids found him on your seat. He wouldn’t let us near him, so we had to use a jar to catch him."

Florian moved forward instinctively, but paused when she continued.

"But for now... may I ask—are you okay?" Her tone softened, brows furrowed with deeper concern. "You were crying earlier... and then you said you had to speak to His Majesty. Prince Florian, did something happen?"

’Shit.’

Especially not with Azure trapped behind her.

’Think, Florian. You’re already on thin ice. One wrong word and everything could unravel.’

Alexandria blinked. "The king’s—wait."

"I knew the name Azure sounded familiar, and those blue scales... He’s not a lizard at all. This is His Majesty’s dragon?"