Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 376: ’Staying Ignorant.’

"How was your bath, Your Highness?"

"Heavenly. I will never get tired of that bathroom," Florian replied with a small, content sigh as he stepped out, the soft sheen of steam still lingering faintly around him.

His satin pajamas clung gently to his skin, the silken fabric catching the light as he walked, barefoot and finally, finally clean.

His hair, damp and slightly curled at the ends, was pushed back by a simple clip, and his skin had a soft glow from the heat of the bath. For the first ti that day, his muscles didn’t feel so tight. His body didn’t ache from stress.

And most importantly—his mind didn’t feel like it was going to shatter from the weight of too many emotions.

Florian had made a choice the mont he stepped into that steaming bath: to forget, at least for now. Forget the suffocating tension with Heinz. Forget the palace politics, the conspiracies, the tests, the expectations.

’I’m too tired to keep caring tonight.’

For now, he would ignore it all. Pretend it didn’t exist. Pretend he didn’t exist.

Tonight, he was going to indulge. Snack, relax, and bask in the little joys he still had.

"Here are the biscuits and cakes you asked for," Cashew said, gesturing toward a small round table near the glass wall, nestled beside Florian’s plants and flowers.

The table was a picture of elegance—fine porcelain plates stacked with warm, golden biscuits, pastel-hued petit fours, and delicate fruit tarts that shimred under the moonlight filtering through the tall windows.

Florian’s heart ward at the sight—not just because of the sweets, but because of what surrounded them.

His butterflies—Luluwing, Blinky, Shimmie, Dewdrop, Twinkle, and Mimiwing—were all fluttering giddily around the spread, their iridescent wings glowing faintly in hues of gold, lavender, and blue.

They spun in circles, darted back and forth, seemingly dancing in excitent.

Florian chuckled softly. "Hmm. Don’t they seem a bit more hyper than usual?" he asked, watching Luluwing do a loop-de-loop over the cake stand.

Cashew, standing nearby in his usual violet uniform, nodded with a bit of confusion. "I thought it was just , Your Highness. While you were gone, I was still decorating your room... and they’ve been restless. Very... um, active."

"Could there be a reason?" Florian asked, his brow creasing just slightly as he leaned closer to inspect them.

"I... assud it’s just because we changed rooms?" Cashew offered hesitantly. "I feel like they’ve been like this since you moved into this one... which was, um, yesterday."

Florian humd, settling into his chair. It was plush, draped in soft lilac and cream upholstery. He crossed his legs and reached for one of the biscuits, gently placing it on the side of the table. Almost instantly, all six butterflies zood toward it, landing around it eagerly.

He smiled at the sight.

"How adorable," he whispered, heart easing just a little more.

Cashew smiled faintly too, watching them. Then, as if suddenly rembering sothing, he tilted his head. "Speaking of adorable, Your Highness... Where is Azure?"

Florian blinked in surprise, lips curling slightly.

’Oh? He’s looking for Azure?’

A soft, fond warmth blood in his chest. It hadn’t always been like this—at first, Cashew and Azure were awkward around each other. The little dragon had snapped and growled, and Cashew had been hostile and cautious.

But now? Cashew was asking about him.

’They’ve gotten closer. That’s kind of sweet.’

Florian’s expression dimd a bit as he answered, "Azure got a little upset with ... because of what happened earlier with Lucius and Lancelot. He went back inside His Majesty’s crystal thing."

He tried to keep his tone light, but he couldn’t hide the trace of disappointnt that slipped through.

Azure had beco such a steady presence in his life—grumbling, snarky, possessive—but also oddly comforting. His absence made the room feel... emptier.

’I hope he cos out again soon.’

Even if Azure wasn’t really his, Florian had grown attached. Far more than he expected.

"Oh," Cashew murmured, giving a small nod. His eyes flickered with sothing like concern, but he said no more.

Silence fell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Florian leaned back in his chair, finally taking a bite of one of the cakes. The sweet lted on his tongue, and for a mont, everything unpleasant faded to the background.

Cashew remained respectfully to the side, his hands clasped, standing just far enough to give Florian space—but close enough in case he was needed. His expression was polite, but Florian could tell he had questions. Many of them.

But he didn’t ask.

Because earlier, the mont Florian returned to his chambers, he made himself clear—no talking about what happened today. Not yet. Not tonight. He was tired, and he deserved this mont of quiet.

And Cashew, sweet, loyal Cashew... was respecting his wishes.

However, even as he chewed quietly on the buttery biscuit, the taste sweet on his tongue, Florian couldn’t keep his thoughts from circling back.

Delilah.

Everything that had happened with her today—the lies, the sudden betrayal, the fear in her voice as she was dragged away—kept replaying in his mind like a scratch on a record.

Delilah, Heinz’s closest aide, a woman known for her loyalty, had been threatened. And she knew who was behind the attempts to hurt Heinz... and him. She’d known and said nothing until the very end.

Florian’s jaw tensed slightly.

’And if she was being threatened... what about Cashew?’

A quick glance at his servant, standing silently beside the door, made his chest tighten.

He still couldn’t shake the suspicion.

Cashew also knew one of the two perpetrators. That much, Florian had pieced together. But the way Cashew behaved—unlike Delilah, he hadn’t been shaking or frightened. If anything, Cashew’s silence had seed... intentional. Almost as if he had a role to play.

’Was it on purpose?’

It might’ve been. But if that was the case, then Cashew and Delilah had been approached by different people.

Delilah had been terrified. Cashew... hadn’t. Not once.

Which raised a new concern:

’Was Cashew’s "perpetrator" not as much of a threat?’

Cashew hadn’t done anything overtly dangerous. No suspicious behavior beyond the fact he clearly despised Heinz. He didn’t speak to anyone outside Florian’s circle. He didn’t sneak around.

Well, not anymore.

’Hah. I already said I’d trust him... and I swore I’d stay ignorant tonight.’ Florian sighed internally, crunching down on another biscuit with a little more force than necessary.

Across the table, one of the blue butterflies—Shimmie, he thought—was spinning in lazy circles above a cookie before diving in with her tiny, dainty feet, munching like a little demon.

He stared at them for a mont, allowing the innocent chaos of his butterflies to distract him.

Then, his mind wandered again.

’Wait... Alexandria said these butterflies are poisonous.’

Cashew had confird it too. Poisonous. Dangerous.

So why hadn’t they ever poisoned anyone?

He glanced at them again. They looked harmless. Beautiful, even. But what if they weren’t?

’Did the original Florian know that they were poisonous? Why did he even bring them here in the first place?’

The butterflies flitted gently around him, glowing softly under the moonlight, looking the picture of serenity. A deceptive calm.

Florian shook his head quickly.

’Stop. Stop thinking. Just stop.’

He was not going to overthink tonight. He would not spiral into paranoia. He had snacks. He had tea. He had silence. He had pajamas.

He was going to eat. Relax. Sleep. Tomorrow Florian could deal with the rest of this nightmare.

He slowly breathed out, letting the thoughts go.

The room was peaceful, filled with soft light and the delicate sound of butterfly wings flapping gently through the air. Cashew remained at his post, quiet and respectful.

For a blissful mont, Florian allowed himself to just exist.

Then—

Thud.

A sharp, singular knock echoed from the door, slicing through the quiet like a blade.

"Hm?" Florian humd, blinking.

Cashew turned as well, slightly tense.

Florian swallowed his bite and gestured with a small flick of his hand. "Can you check who it is?"

Cashew nodded and stepped forward, his fingers briefly brushing the hilt of the small dagger hidden at his side—just in case.

He opened the door carefully.

Nothing.

No one was there.

Cashew blinked, then leaned forward. "Huh? It’s empt—"

But he didn’t get to finish.

In a flash—a blur of blue—sothing darted past him. It was fast, almost impossible to track.

Florian’s heart skipped.

He didn’t even have ti to react before the familiar weight of sothing small and scaly launched itself toward his chest.

Florian stumbled back, catching the little creature instinctively.

"Azure?!"