Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: ’Same Shit’

Lancelot exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his brown hair. His fingers gripped at the strands for a second longer than necessary before he let go with a sharp sigh. He was tired. Frustrated.

"So it’s the same shit?" he asked, his tone edged with irritation. He glared at the two knights standing before him, Gareth and Dorian. They exchanged wary glances, clearly sensing his fraying patience.

Dorian hesitated before speaking. "Commander, really... is there something going on?" He tilted his head slightly, watching Lancelot carefully. "Ever since the kidnapping, it seems you’ve been on edge. His Majesty has also been making us monitor theft more closely."

Gareth gave a slow nod. "Is it something serious after all?" he asked, his voice careful. "You even had us look into suspicious staff."

Lancelot clenched his jaw. They weren’t wrong. And the fact that they noticed meant others probably had too.

"There is obviously something going on. I trained you to be smart, didn’t I?!" he snapped, his voice sharp enough to make the two knights flinch. He took a deep breath, reining in his temper.

"You understand that if this were something I could explain, I would. But right now, His Majesty wants to keep it strictly between Lucius and me. Just do as I say and follow my orders. Understood?"

Gareth and Dorian exchanged another glance before nodding. Then, in perfect unison, they bowed their heads and saluted.

"Yes, sir."

Lancelot exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright. Now go. Tell me right away if you find anything else. We need any leads."

"Yes, sir!" Without another word, the two turned and walked away, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Lancelot waited until they were completely out of sight before groaning under his breath. "Fuck it."

His body felt heavy with exhaustion. He had been investigating nonstop since last night, yet still, nothing. No leads. No explanations. No breakthroughs.

And yet—

Florian had been put in danger under his watch. Twice.

Now, even their only lead—Julius—had died right under his nose.

’There’s still so many things that don’t make sense.’ Lancelot thought grimly as he started walking. ’Julius was a nobody. A random staff member. No ties to any powerful families. No connection to any villages that might have had a grudge against His Majesty.’

It was almost as if he had been chosen at random.

But that wasn’t even the strangest part.

Julius hadn’t even been the one to put the aphrodisiac in Florian’s drink. He had only served it.

So then, why him?

’Anyone could have been framed for it.’ Lancelot frowned. ’Hell, if there was anyone who could be a better target for suspicion, it was Cashew.’

Florian’s personal servant.

Unlike the princesses, Florian only had one servant. A single boy. Young. Naïve.

’Easily manipulated.’

And yet, Florian trusted that boy with his entire life.

Lancelot had always thought that was strange.

’Then again, he’s always been the strange one.’ He let out a small breath.

Thinking about Florian made Lancelot feel... unsettled. No, more than that.

Strange.

It wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just interest. It was attraction. Deep, undeniable attraction.

Lancelot’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists before he exhaled sharply and ran a hand down his face. He had always been aware of it, but it had never been a real problem until that night.

Until he saw Florian under the aphrodisiac’s effect.

’I have never thought of doing it with another man...’ The thought crept in, unbidden. ’But I do wonder how he would feel...’

Images of Florian flashed through his mind—the way his pale skin had flushed, the way his green eyes had darkened with overwhelming desire.

’With how much he blushes, I can already tell he’s sensitive.’

A small smirk tugged at Lancelot’s lips.

’How I wish I could continue making him blush. Even calling him "my prince" makes him show me the cutest expressions.’

That smug bastard.

’That arrogant bastard actually thinks he has a higher chance just because he hovers around His Highness all day.’

’My little prince should be returning soon...’