Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 153: Julius?

Riven stepped out into the cool, dimly lit corridor. He remembered the previous day’s events well, and he hoped not to talk about it.

Eli stood quietly by the door, offering him a small, supportive smile. Without exchanging any more words, Riven gestured forward, and the two began to walk side by side, their steps slow and measured. freёweɓnovel.com

Despite his usual energy, Eli noticeably slowed his pace to match Riven’s, clearly mindful of his injury. Riven appreciated it silently. The halls were empty at this hour, they had a little time before the servants woke up.

The soft tap of their footsteps echoed, filling the heavy silence between them.

For a few moments, neither spoke. Riven found comfort in Eli’s quiet presence, grateful for the space to gather his thoughts. He was expecting Eli to reprimand him for being careless. Although he did not share his plans with the bunny, Eli knew Riven’s situation and how he would act.

Eli glanced sideways at him, his expression hesitant.

"I’ve been hearing a lot of talk," Eli said finally, his voice low. "About tension among the elders... About an internal civil war..."

Riven remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"There are whispers," Eli said, his brow furrowing, "Ronan seems to be consolidating his power to face the elders. And you seem to be the centre of it all."

Riven stiffened slightly. It wasn’t surprising to hear, not after everything that had happened with the assassination attempt. Still, hearing it confirmed from someone like Eli, a simple healer, meant that the situation was not even close to being under wraps.

Rumours were spreading, there was unrest among the civilians.

He exhaled slowly. "Figures," Riven muttered under his breath, trying to sound nonchalant even as a knot twisted tighter in his chest.

But Eli wasn’t finished. He slowed to a stop, turning to face Riven fully.

"There’s something else," Eli said, his voice even quieter now. "Something bigger."

Riven blinked at him, uneasy.

"It’s just rumours again," Eli prefaced quickly, "but they’re spreading fast. Some people think... that your father might be involved."

The words hit harder than Riven expected. He froze for a second, his mind going blank.

"My father?" he repeated, almost disbelieving.

Eli nodded gravely. "I thought you should know."

Riven’s mouth was dry. He looked away, staring at the cold stone walls, the soft glow of the lanterns blurring in his vision. He did not want be caught in the middle of a damn war! He wanted to live! And now he finds out that his father might be a traitor? He can’t live like this! It’s far too stressful!

This wasn’t something he remembered from the original story.

In fact, when he thought back to the original novel, the details around the internal affairs of the wolf clan were vague at best. The story hadn’t been about him or Ronan, it was centered around Eli. Eli’s journey, Eli’s struggles, Eli’s rise.

Riven died before the story even began.

There had only been a brief mention, near the middle of the story, about Ronan regaining control of the clan after unrest among the elders. It had been a footnote, barely a few lines long.

Nothing had been said about Riven’s father playing a part.

He tried to dig through his memories, searching desperately for any overlooked detail, any tiny clue he might have missed. But no matter how hard he tried, he found nothing. His father had always been a distant figure in his life, a cold, looming presence who spoke to him only when absolutely necessary.

His father loathed him, and he barely hid that fact.

Even before Riven had found himself thrown into this world, the original Riven hadn’t shared a close relationship with the man. There had been no warmth, no trust, and certainly no confiding of secret political plans.

If his father was truly involved in this mess, Riven was completely out of the loop.

He frowned deeply, trying to find ways to protect himself.

Of course, Riven, original and transmigrated Riven, wouldn’t know anything. He had never been seen as important enough. His father barely regarded him as a son, let alone as someone to trust with delicate matters.

Eli shifted awkwardly at his side, clearly sensing Riven’s inner turmoil. But he didn’t say anything more, giving him the space to process.

Riven inhaled slowly, trying to steady himself.

Riven needed information. Real information, not the half-truths and speculations whispered in corridors.

There was one person who came to mind immediately.

Julius.

His stepbrother.

If there was anyone who understood the inner workings of their noble house, it was him. Julius had always been more involved with the family’s affairs. He was sharp, calculating, and more importantly, he had their father’s ear in ways Riven never had.

He turned back to Eli, who was watching him with a worried expression.

"Thank you," Riven said, his voice low but sincere. "For telling me."

Eli gave a small, relieved smile. "Of course. I figured you’d want to know."

Riven nodded. His mind was already racing ahead, planning the next steps he needed to take.

Should he find his stepbrother?

His rationality screamed no.

That man was a madman. An absolute lunatic.

Meeting him would not end well. It never ended well. There was no reason to go poking that particular bear when he was already dealing with enough problems.

Especially with Ronan around.

The thought made Riven hesitate even more.

Knowing how obsessive and crazy Julius was, there was no way Ronan would ever agree to the plan if he found out.

Ronan would immediately tell him to scrap it.

And honestly, Riven couldn’t even blame him for that.

Because Ronan was protective. He wasn’t the kind of person who would sit back and allow some crazy obsessive bastard near him.

But—c’mon!

Riven groaned internally.

This could actually help!

This could uncover the hidden operation, the web of lies and deceit that was threatening the entire stability of the clan.

He knew it could.

He could feel it in his gut.