Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: 'Heinz's Warning'

All of Florian's smugness evaporated the moment he stepped into Heinz's room. The reality of his situation came crashing down, his nerves instantly fraying under the weight of Heinz's displeased expression. To make matters worse, he felt a slight dizziness creeping over him, no doubt from the overwhelming concentration of mana permeating the room.

'It's still making me lightheaded... but it's not as bad as before.'

"G-Good evening, Your Majesty," Florian greeted with a strained voice, bowing his head respectfully. He watched as Heinz, without acknowledging him, moved to sit at a table set with food and tea.

'Oh. Was he in the middle of dinner?'

Heinz didn't respond, instead resuming his meal with quiet precision.

Florian's mind raced. Being summoned to a private room in any BL novel rarely ended well—well, not in that sense of "well." This scenario could only go one of two ways: he was either about to be reprimanded or... 'Nope, don't even think about it. That's not happening. Right?'

"Y-You, uhm... summoned me, Your Majesty," Florian stammered, cursing himself for blurting out the obvious.

"Indeed, I did," Heinz said curtly, his focus still on his plate.

"May I ask why?" Florian ventured cautiously, his voice measured and polite.

Heinz didn't answer immediately, calmly cutting into what looked like roasted meat paired with a colorful salad. He ate methodically, taking sips of tea between bites, his every movement deliberate.

'Why the fuck is he just... eating? This is so nerve-wracking!' _{freёweɓnovel.com}

For what felt like an eternity, Heinz continued his meal in complete silence, as though Florian didn't even exist. The quiet was suffocating, the sound of the utensils scraping against porcelain only heightening Florian's unease. He shifted his weight, his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

Finally, Heinz placed his fork and knife down with a soft clink, setting his napkin aside. Florian straightened slightly, hopeful.

'Is he going to speak now? Should I say something first? Maybe I should... Yeah, I should.'

"Your Majesty, may I—"

Before he could finish, Heinz raised a hand and slammed it down onto the table. A shockwave of invisible force rippled through the air, and Florian's body was yanked downward as though controlled by strings.

His knees hit the ground hard, a sharp pain shooting through his joints. "Fuck, that hurt!" he hissed under his breath, wincing as he looked up to see Heinz rise from his seat.

Heinz's footsteps were slow and deliberate as he approached, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over Florian. "Florian, have you forgotten something?"

Florian's mouth went dry. "W-What, Your Majesty?"

"Judging by your response," Heinz said coldly, "it seems you have."

He reached into his coat and produced a sheet of paper. The moment Florian's eyes landed on it, his stomach dropped.

'I knew I forgot something.'

It was the report—a detailed list Heinz had asked for regarding the princesses, the task he'd assigned Florian earlier that day.

"Your Majesty, let me explain—"

"I gave you this task today," Heinz interrupted, his voice sharp and unyielding. "It was a simple, straightforward request. Do you really think there's a need for an explanation?"

The invisible force holding Florian down tightened like shackles, pulling at his wrists and ankles. He groaned in pain, the magical restraints burning against his skin like iron heated by a flame.

"Y-Your Majesty," Florian gritted out, his breaths labored, "there... there wasn't a chance for me to meet with the princesses today. Because of the... incident with Princess Scarlett earlier, we all ate separately. And... I-I had my own duties scheduled... for today..."

His voice faltered as the weight of Heinz's magic bore down on him. 'How could I have forgotten something so critical? I didn't even think it was due today! Damn it.'

Florian could only kneel there, his mind racing for anything—anything—that might get him out of this mess.

Florian gasped softly, his limbs suddenly free. His wrists ached as he flexed them, and he fought the urge to collapse entirely. 'He... is he letting me go?'

Florian's chest tightened at the words. 'What the hell does he mean by that?'

'No... not again.'

'It was... just like this. The image Kaz showed me of Florian's execution.' he thought. 'This isn't the first time Heinz has threatened me with a sword, but this time... this time feels different.' The anger in Heinz's eyes yesterday had been explosive, dangerous. But now, there was something colder, more calculated. It was as if every move, every word, was part of a larger plan.