Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 562: ’I Killed Them.’

’Is Florian in trouble? But... I can’t sense anyone new inside the palace... or...’

Charles’s laughter cut through the wind—wild, unrestrained, and cruel. The sound made Heinz’s jaw tighten. His hand twitched, itching to burn the man to ashes right where he stood.

But even Azure, who monts ago raged like a storm, hesitated. The dragon stepped back midair, wings flaring uneasily.

"I only needed a few minutes, Your Majesty," Charles said, his laughter still echoing. His tone was mocking, confident—too confident.

’He could be bluffing,’ Heinz thought, his hand slowly lifting toward Azure. The dragon’s muscles tensed in sync with his own. ’He knows my weakness, he could be using it against .’

Charles tilted his head, that infuriating grin never fading. "And if you think this is a bluff... well," he said, his voice softening into sothing almost taunting, "can you really afford to lose him again?"

Heinz froze.

The words struck deep, deeper than any weapon.

"After all," Charles continued, his voice twisting into venom, "hasn’t he already been taken away from you so many tis? It won’t stop, Your Majesty. It’s also part of your destiny..."

Charles’s grin stretched wider—too wide, too unnatural. Heinz thought his face might split apart from the force of it.

"...to lose that pretty little prince—"

"YOU SHUT YOUR—!"

Heinz’s rage exploded before he could stop himself. A dark mist burst from his hands, slicing through the air toward Charles like a spear of death. The attack crackled with fury, burning through the night sky—

—but Charles was gone.

Just like that.

He vanished, along with the massive red dragon beneath him. No smoke, no flash, no trace.

Heinz staggered slightly, eyes scanning the scorched air around him. His breathing ca harsh, his magic still pulsing wildly.

’He’s gone?’

Just like that?

He stretched out his senses—nothing. Not even a flicker of mana remained.

’How...? How did he disappear like that? How does he know all this?’

The thought burned hotter than the flas still licking at his fingertips.

’Are the Gods... still punishing ? Wasn’t Alexandria enough? Wasn’t Hendrix enough?’

He clenched his fists, teeth grinding. "No..." he hissed through his teeth. He had no ti to falter. No ti to fear. He was Heinz, King of Concordia—the strongest Arcanior alive.

He wasn’t allowed to be afraid.

Except—

"KRAAA!"

Azure’s roar shook the heavens. The dragon’s eyes glowed fiercely as it turned its massive head toward the palace.

Heinz followed its gaze—his heart twisting painfully in his chest.

Azure had sensed it.

The mont Charles vanished, the air around the palace shifted. There were presences—foreign, powerful—lurking where there shouldn’t be any.

n who didn’t belong there.

And all of them... were near Florian.

Heinz wasted no ti. Every second spent standing still was another heartbeat closer to disaster.

Charles could wait.

Right now, Florian needed him.

"Azure," Heinz ordered, his voice low, clipped, the fury in it barely restrained. "Turn smaller—but not too small."

The dragon let out a low growl of acknowledgnt before his form began to shrink. Scales shimred, wings folding inward as his massive fra condensed. The brilliance of sapphire light dimd until Azure stood beside Heinz, roughly the size of a man—sleek, sharp, and still emanating the sa overwhelming power.

"Good," Heinz muttered, placing a hand on Azure’s neck. "We’re going."

The air around them bent, warped by Heinz’s magic, and in a single breath—they vanished.

The world blinked.

And when it returned, they were inside the palace.

The familiar scent of marble and roses had been replaced with blood.

Heinz’s boots clicked against the polished floor as they arrived in the safe room—the one ant to be untouchable, protected by countless barriers and spells. The one that should have been impossible to breach.

There were cries—soft, trembling, full of fear.

"I-It’s King Heinz...!"

"Your Majesty!"

The princesses’ voices echoed around the room, raw with desperation. But Heinz didn’t look at them. He didn’t even acknowledge them.

His eyes were already scanning—sharp, relentless, searching for the one person that mattered.

And then he saw him.

He stopped.

"Your... Majesty..." Florian’s voice ca out barely above a whisper, cracked and uncertain.

"Florian," Heinz breathed, the word falling heavy from his lips. He took a slow step forward—then another—approaching like one would approach sothing fragile, afraid it might shatter if he moved too fast.

’What...’ His thoughts tangled, his mind refusing to process what he was seeing.

Florian’s hands trembled as he lowered his gaze, his shoulders rigid, his chest heaving with uneven breaths.

’...happened here?’

Heinz’s eyes flickered to the floor—and for a second, his breath hitched. The sight that greeted him was chaos carved in silence.

Bodies.

Lifeless n scattered across the marble tiles, the floor painted in red. Their armor bore the insignia of no known faction. They were strangers—intruders.

And among them, Lucius lay crumpled to the side, unconscious and bleeding, his uniform torn, his blood pooling beneath him.

Heinz’s hand curled into a fist. His throat burned.

’He’s still alive...’

Florian stood at the center of it all, his figure trembling.

His blue butterflies—the faint manifestation of his magic—floated quietly around him, their gentle glow a haunting contrast to the carnage that surrounded them.

Their wings fluttered weakly, reflecting the light of the torches like dying embers.

Heinz could barely breathe as he looked at him—at the prince who stood amidst death, drenched in a silence that scread louder than any cry.

"What happened?" Heinz asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The anger that had burned so violently monts ago was gone—smothered by sothing heavier. Sothing colder.

He took a step closer, slow and careful, as if any sudden movent would shatter what was left of the boy standing before him.

Florian didn’t look up. His shoulders were trembling, his head bowed low, stray strands of light-purple hair falling over his face.

Heinz hesitated for only a mont before raising a hand, reaching toward him—wanting to offer comfort, to ground him, to remind him he wasn’t alone.

His gloved fingertips brushed against the prince’s cheek—

—and Florian flinched.

The movent was small but sharp, a reflex born of fear. Heinz froze mid-touch, his breath catching in his throat.

Then, Florian’s lips parted. His voice cracked as the words fell out, quiet and broken.

"I... I killed them..."