Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 106: ’What Are You Gonna Do About It?’

"Oh? You seem upset," Heinz remarked casually as he snatched the papers from Florian’s hands, his sharp, assessing gaze lingering for a fleeting mont before flicking to the first page.

Florian felt a vein pulse on his forehead, his restraint hanging by a thread. He had stord into Heinz’s office after that infuriating conversation with Lancelot, his steps heavy with frustration. Still, he thought he had masked his emotions well enough. Judging by Heinz’s comnt, though, he was sorely mistaken.

"I just found out about sothing... unpleasant. Sothing I’d rather not talk about right now," Florian replied stiffly, his teeth clenched. He already knew how this would play out. Heinz wouldn’t press for details—not out of politeness but sheer disinterest.

True to form, the king rely shrugged, his focus shifting back to the docunts. ’Stupid Lucius. Stupid, conniving pervert,’ Florian fud silently. ’He’s been reading my emotions this whole ti, knowing exactly how I felt. And he never told . That bastard...’

The thought gnawed at him like a persistent itch. Lucius hadn’t just withheld so trivial fact. No, this was a deliberate choice to exploit Florian’s vulnerability. Every mont of frustration, every flicker of doubt—Lucius had been aware, fully cognizant of emotions Florian himself hadn’t fully processed. ’He used it against . God, how long has he been doing this? How much of our relationship was him manipulating ?’

"Florian..." Heinz’s sharp voice cut through his spiraling thoughts, commanding and slightly irritated. Florian jolted, his head snapping up as if doused in cold water.

"H-Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?" he stamred, blinking rapidly to reorient himself.

"I’ve been calling your na for the past minute," Heinz said, his tone flat but tinged with annoyance. His piercing eyes bore into Florian. "Why are you zoning out?"

Florian straightened instinctively, a flush of embarrassnt coloring his cheeks. "My apologies, Your Majesty. I was... distracted. Did you need clarification on sothing?"

Heinz didn’t answer imdiately, his gaze dropping back to the papers as he tapped a finger on one of the pages. "Explain this section in detail. What’s the setup for these activities?"

Florian glanced at the indicated passage and took a steadying breath. Focus. Keep your head in the ga, he reminded himself. "Well," he began, "the plan is for you to spend ti with each princess individually—one per day. You’ll engage in activities with them, dine with them, and interact casually. During these monts, we’ll set up hidden tests to evaluate their character and reactions without their knowledge."

Heinz humd in acknowledgnt, his expression unreadable. "Why are the activities for each princess different? Wouldn’t it be more consistent to keep them the sa?"

Florian had expected this question. "Each princess has unique strengths, temperants, and interests, Your Majesty. Judging them based on identical activities could lead to unfair assessnts. However, the tests themselves will remain consistent to ensure fairness."

"Mhm." Heinz nodded again, his lips curving into a faint, almost amused smirk. "Surprisingly, this is a good idea."

Florian’s eye twitched. ’Surprisingly?’ He forced a polite smile, though his jaw tightened as he bit back a retort. ’Don’t glare. Don’t glare. He’s still the king.’

"That said," Heinz continued, dipping a quill into the inkpot beside him, "I have a few tests of my own I’d like to add."

"Oh? Of course, Your Majesty," Florian replied quickly, gesturing toward the blank page at the end of the proposal. "I left space for any additional input or suggestions. Just... ensure the tests are subtle enough that the princesses won’t suspect anything. Their genuine responses are what we’re after."

Heinz offered a curt nod and began writing, the faint scratch of the quill filling the room. Florian remained standing awkwardly, unsure of whether to speak or wait. The silence dragged on, broken only by the rustle of parchnt as Heinz flipped a page.

After a while, Heinz’s gaze flicked up to Florian, his expression sharp. "This will take a while. Sit."

Florian blinked, startled by the unexpected command, but quickly bowed and settled into the chair near the desk. He clasped his hands together, his posture stiff, and avoided fidgeting as Heinz returned to his work.

Minutes passed in near silence, the king fully engrossed in writing. Florian tried to keep himself calm, his thoughts still teetering dangerously close to spiraling back to Lucius. He took a few deep breaths, willing himself to focus on the present.

"So," Heinz’s voice broke through the quiet, cool and deliberate, "it seems whatever disturbed you earlier has left quite the impression. What happened?"

Florian stiffened, caught off guard by the question. ’Wait. He’s actually asking?’

The king rarely bothered with anything personal, especially when it ca to Florian. In the novel, Heinz was described as calculating, dismissive toward him, and entirely preoccupied with the princesses. But now? There was a strange, almost genuine curiosity in his tone. It unsettled Florian.

"It’s nothing, really," Florian replied cautiously. "Just... sothing small."

"And that ’small’ thing is?" Heinz pressed, his tone calm but unwavering.

Florian sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. ’He’s not letting it go?’

"I found out that Lucius can sense people’s emotions... and tell when they’re lying."

Heinz paused mid-stroke, his brows lifting slightly. "You didn’t know that from the beginning? Why do you think I chose him—and Lancelot—to work with ?"

Florian’s jaw dropped. "He never told ! I’m sure he purposely kept it from !"

"And?" Heinz asked, raising an eyebrow. "What does it matter if he did?"

Florian clenched his fists, frustration boiling over. "Feelings are private," he snapped, leaning forward. "There are so few things in this world that belong to us. Our emotions and thoughts—they’re sacred. Lucius took advantage of that, of , and he didn’t even have the decency to tell ."

Heinz regarded him in silence for a long mont, his expression unreadable. Then, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "That’s a well-reasoned argunt."

Florian blinked, surprised by the acknowledgnt.

Leaning back in his chair, Heinz steepled his fingers and fixed Florian with a penetrating gaze. "So, what are you planning to do about it?"

"Pardon?" Florian asked, startled.

"I asked," Heinz repeated, his voice low and deliberate, "what you plan to do about Lucius."