Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: ’Continuous Erasing.’

"Your Majesty... you bedded him again?" Delilah’s voice was quiet, yet heavy with concern.

Heinz froze, his gaze snapping up to her. "Again?" His voice was low, confused. He had summoned her here because there was no one else he could trust with this—no one who could understand.

But the truth sat bitter in his chest. He had gotten drunk. He had slept with Florian. And in the blur between wine and skin, he had almost—almost—admitted to himself that he might love him.

Delilah’s hands fidgeted at her sides, her composure visibly cracking. "Your Majesty, listen to me. This... this has happened before."

"What?" His brows drew together, his tone sharp. "I... do not understand, Delilah."

She took a step closer, eyes locking on him. "You’re frustrated, aren’t you? You know he loves you, and you... like it. You believe you’ve been bewitched, that your heart aches for him. You think—" her voice lowered "—you may even love him. But you can’t allow yourself to. Not after what happened to your mother and father. Not with the weight of a crown on your head."

Her words hit him like a blade sliding beneath the ribs.

’She’s right. She’s exactly right.’

"How... did you—"

"Two weeks ago, Your Majesty. You got drunk and bedded Prince Florian. You came to me just like this, asking how to get rid of it. I didn’t expect it to happen again so soon."

He stared at her, the edges of his thoughts fraying. "Was I successful? Did I... get rid of it?"

"You don’t remember it now," she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. "So yes, it worked. But..."

"But I still ended up here again." His voice cracked on the words. He raked his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. "Fuck. Fuck, how could this happen? Are you sure he hasn’t bewitched me? That he’s not some witch hiding behind a smile? How much do we really know about Floramatria?"

Delilah’s sigh was long, almost pained. "I can dig for more information. But for now—do you want me to fetch the book?"

"The book?"

"The book that helped erase your memories last time."

Heinz blinked as the memory dissolved into darkness.

’I kept... erasing my memories?’

The thought rattled through him like a tremor. But the answer was there, bitter and undeniable—he kept coming back to Florian.

Was that it?

Every time he erased Florian from his mind, something deeper—his heart, his body—still remembered. Still reached for him in the quiet. Still found him, no matter how the past was stripped away.

And every time, without fail, he went to him again.

Every. Single. Time.

Like now. At the end of everything, despite every reason to stay away... Heinz had fallen for Florian.

Maybe not the original Florian from before his regression. But still—Florian.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to keep going? You’re... really starting to look unwell," Lysander said carefully.

"Then just keep healing me and replenishing my energy," Heinz replied, tone clipped.

Lysander’s eyes darted to Afton. The two exchanged a look, unspoken worry passing between them, before Afton stepped back.

"That’s exactly what I need to speak to you about," Afton insisted, though his voice softened. "I can tell this is important to you—extremely important. But as a doctor, I have to ask why you have so many lost memories... and why you seem so intent on seeing them now."

Honestly, he didn’t even know what past him had been thinking. Or what current him truly wanted to do. The two selves felt like strangers—overlapping, bleeding into each other in ways that made it hard to breathe.

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