'Now why does he seem so angry?' Florian thought, his brows furrowing slightly as he observed Heinz's rigid posture and sharp gaze.
Whatever the reason was, he needed to clear it up—before this got worse.
"Your Majesty, I'm not protecting him," Florian said calmly, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
Heinz's eyes narrowed. "Then why did you stop me from killing him?"
Florian drew in a slow breath. "Why… do you want to kill him? He hasn't done anything wrong—at least, not yet." His voice was firm but not confrontational.
It was true. As far as Florian knew, Heinz had always been coldly indifferent toward Hendrix.
He had only ordered Hendrix's execution in the original timeline after learning the original Florian and Heinz had slept together.
That hadn't happened here—so what changed?
"He—" Heinz started, but the words died in his throat. He paused, jaw tightening.
Right. Even he couldn't argue this time.
