Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: 'How To Stalk A Princess?'

'I can't believe this is happening.'

It was the start of another day—Florian's third day in a different world, trapped in a different body—and his initial plan to avoid one of the male leads had been completely thrown out the window. By choice, no less.

Why?

Because right now, Lucius was helping him come up with a plan to gather information about the princesses.

"Cashew wasn't able to get any information from the maids because they see him as a child. I highly doubt they'll tell me anything either, and I certainly have no intention of lowering myself to gossip. I still have a reputation to uphold," Lucius said as he adjusted his glasses with practiced precision.

'Bullshit. You just hate dealing with women, don't you?'

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of help, Your Highness," Cashew mumbled, his face falling in disappointment.

Florian, seeing the boy's distress, offered him a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault, Cashew."

"That is correct," Lucius interjected, his tone clinical as ever. "At the end of the day, you are Prince Florian's personal servant. The maids here are like phoenixes—they flock together, sharing their secrets only with one another. And, as I've mentioned, you are merely a child."

Cashew's expression didn't brighten in the slightest, and Florian couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Lucius, unfazed, continued, "I believe we have only one viable course of action, Your Highness." He paused, giving Florian a pointed look that made his stomach sink. "Well, two options. But to ensure better results and provide His Majesty with the reports he requested... you must do both."

Florian groaned internally. "Are they really the only way?"

Lucius nodded solemnly and handed Florian six sheets of parchment, each detailing a princess's schedule for the day.

"You need to befriend the princesses," Lucius explained, "and gain their trust so they'll share details about their lives with you. Additionally, you'll have to dedicate time to observing them directly—discreetly, of course."

"And what about my schedule?" Florian asked, dreading the memory of the chaotic, hellish workload he had endured just yesterday.

Lucius arched an eyebrow. "Need I remind you that, unlike the princesses, most of your schedule—aside from your etiquette classes—is of your own making? Those extra lessons you've been taking were at your insistence, Your Highness."

'Ah. Right. The original Florian piled those lessons on himself to impress Heinz.'

"So, you're saying I can cancel those extra lessons?"

"If you wish it so," Lucius said with a small shrug.

"Then please do. I'll focus on completing these reports instead," Florian replied, glancing at the schedules in his hands. 'The last thing I need is to infuriate Heinz again.' He shivered at the memory of yesterday's near-death experience, the weight of the invisible chains, and the cold steel of Heinz's sword against his throat.

"I will speak to His Majesty and inform the royal tutors of the changes," Lucius said with a nod. "Now, with everything that has transpired, how do you plan to befriend the princesses? Your attempts yesterday with Princess Athena and Princess Alexandria were, to put it bluntly, unproductive."

"I feel like, with them, I just need more time," Florian admitted. "I'm more worried about the other four—especially Scarlett."

He frowned, thinking about the disaster that was his relationship with Princess Scarlett. Not only was their dynamic already hostile, but now Camilla, Scarlett's best friend, was also involved. To make matters worse, Scarlett had gotten in trouble because of him, something Florian hadn't anticipated.

'And on top of everything, I still need to think of a proper plan for the village visit. Not to mention figuring out what's triggering Florian's memories, because so far, it hasn't happened again since it did with Heinz.'

The sheer weight of all the tasks he had to juggle made Florian feel like screaming. 'How did my life turn into this mess? I don't even get a breather. I was better off as a corporate slave.'

'Yeah, no kidding,' Florian thought bitterly as he stared at the schedules. The intricate detailing of each princess's day only reminded him how impossible his mission felt. It was as though the universe—or perhaps this novel—was conspiring to break him.

Florian sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. 'I just need to survive this day. Then maybe... just maybe, I'll figure it all out.'

Florian smiled, surprised but pleased. 'Wow. He's actually taking the initiative.'