Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457: ’Focus On The Right Thing.’

’Eh? Isn’t he... focusing on the wrong thing?’

Florian blinked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Heinz, whose entire expression had morphed into something furious in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, Heinz dropped to one knee before him, grabbing him firmly by the arms.

"Answer me," Heinz demanded, his voice sharp and filled with tension. "He kissed your forehead? When was this?"

Florian blinked again, still trying to keep up.

"Yes? Did... I not mention it?" he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice. "During the second time the strange man approached me, when you, uh..." He glanced awkwardly at Cashew, who stood frozen nearby with a look of concern. "...inspected me for any magical marks, or whatever that was called..."

Heinz’s eyes narrowed dangerously. The brief flicker of surprise on his face was quickly replaced by something far darker.

"You didn’t mention that he kissed your forehead."

Florian shifted uncomfortably. "Well... I didn’t think... it was worth mentioning...?"

That was the wrong answer.

Heinz looked scandalized, utterly and completely. His crimson eyes flared with supernatural brightness, and with a low rumble, cracks began to snake across the marble floor beneath them like angry veins of lightning.

"Not worth mentioning?" Heinz repeated, voice simmering with rage.

"Your Majesty..." Florian said hesitantly, unsure what to make of the king’s sudden outburst.

Cashew wisely stepped back, distancing himself from the bed as the pressure in the room grew heavier.

"I don’t understand why you need to know—"

Heinz didn’t let him finish.

In one swift motion, Heinz cupped Florian’s face, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the fury behind it. He pushed aside the shorter strands of hair that fell across Florian’s forehead, revealing the exact spot the strange man had touched.

Then, to Florian’s and Cashew’s shock, Heinz leaned forward and pressed his lips against Florian’s forehead.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

Six times in total, slow and deliberate.

When he finally pulled back, Florian sat completely frozen, his cheeks burning red with heat. He couldn’t speak—he wasn’t even sure he could breathe.

Even Cashew looked like he’d just witnessed something he absolutely wasn’t supposed to.

"Y-Your Highness?" Cashew asked tentatively, his voice small. "Are...you okay?"

Florian couldn’t answer. He was too embarrassed—mortified even—that Heinz had done that... and right in front of Cashew!

And Heinz? He didn’t even look the slightest bit ashamed. He just kept staring at him, eyes narrowed and unblinking, as if he were trying to set his face on fire through sheer intensity alone. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I’m going to kill him," Heinz muttered darkly under his breath.

"So immature!" Florian finally burst out, the frustration spilling out of him in full. "You’re acting so immature!"

Florian groaned, rubbing his temples. ’He’s being so unbelievably stupid right now.’

Heinz blinked, visibly surprised by the tone. Florian wasn’t being careful or gentle with his words—not this time. But something in his expression must have struck a chord, because Heinz didn’t argue.

Instead, he answered, almost flatly. "He’s annoying. And he’s weak."

"Right. You said that already. I remember. You said it wasn’t possible for him to be the strange man because he couldn’t use magic."

"Yes. He’s that pathetic."

Florian’s jaw tensed. "Your Majesty, Hendrix was using magic. He concealed his face. He teleported in and out of the palace. He used a kind of spell that triggered the original Florian’s memories. The same kind of magic..." He hesitated, the words catching in his throat, but he forced them out anyway. "...that my kidnappers used to torture me."

Heinz straightened, taken aback. "They used magic to torture you? Even besides the—"

"The reason they stabbed my thigh was to break me out of the spell." Florian’s voice grew quieter, but firmer with each word. "They had magic that dragged me into the worst memories of the original Florian."

He didn’t elaborate further. ’One of those memories being the pregnancy...’ But that was something he wasn’t ready to dive into again.

Not with how Heinz was already acting.

Not now.

"It was a kind of magic they got from the underground," Florian continued, his brows pinched as he tried to focus. "I... I don’t remember everything clearly, but it felt similar to what Hendrix used. And I don’t need to be a Concordian or an Arcanior to recognize when someone’s using highly advanced magic. The man who kidnapped me was skilled—very skilled."

He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath to steady himself. Then, after a pause, he spoke again—soft, but certain.

"And there’s another thing."

Heinz said nothing. He was still. Processing. Maybe for once, actually listening.

Florian opened his eyes and looked directly at him. "It seems Hendrix might also have memories of his first life."