"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
Lucius was the first to speak, his voice steady despite the weight behind his words. Of course, he would be the one bold enough to ask.
Heinz's gaze flickered toward him, then shifted to Lancelot, then to Lysander—but never to Florian. Not even once.
'Hm?'
Florian frowned slightly.
'Is it just me... or is he avoiding looking at me?'
That was… strange. Heinz had never done that before. But for some reason, Florian wasn't as unsettled by it as he should have been.
"Everyone except Florian, leave the infirmary. I want to speak with him alone."
The command was smooth, decisive—delivered in a tone that usually left no room for argument.
Lucius and Lancelot exchanged brief glances.
"Your Majesty?" Lancelot asked, his brows furrowing. "Why can't we be here?"
Heinz's expression remained impassive. "I have to speak with Florian alone. For now, all of you—yes, even you, Lysander—wait outside."
