Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 308: The Truth Revealed

Alright, this wasn’t good. He needed to reset his thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to refocus—but then Georgio’s words came back to him.

Wait.

Georgio had been calling Laxus "that bastard" this entire time...

Why?

Why would he say something so awful?

Laxus was kind.

"Georgio. You shouldn’t call Laxus something like that. He’s really kind, you know?"

"NOOOO! THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE BRAINWASHING STAGE!!"

Georgio let out a horrified wail.

"Ragar!! Master’s already been completely brainwashed by that damn bastard!!"

Crap.

He had definitely said the wrong thing.

This had turned into a huge misunderstanding.

Rocco wasn’t brainwashed.

If anything, the one acting strange wasn’t him—it was Laxus.

Laxus’s behavior was completely off.

It wasn’t just that he seemed different—he was acting like a completely different person.

No, something was definitely wrong with him.

If anyone was in trouble, it wasn’t Rocco—it was Laxus.

Something terrible must have happened to him.

With that thought in mind, Rocco squirmed his way out of Georgio’s arms and dashed toward Laxus.

"Ah! Master, wait! It’s dangerous!"

Georgio’s voice called out behind him as he reached out to stop him.

Beside him, Ragar who is now in his beast form, stepped forward protectively.

"It’s fine," Rocco reassured them lightly before crouching down in front of Laxus.

Laxus was still curled up on the ground, clutching his chest in pain.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his face was deathly pale, and he looked like he was desperately fighting against something unseen.

Just watching him was enough to make Rocco uneasy.

"Laxus, Laxus. What’s wrong? Can you talk? Are you okay?"

Earlier, Laxus had said the attack would pass quickly and that he was fine.

But looking at him now...

Maybe they should call for help. Maybe they should find a doctor.

Frowning, Rocco reached out and gently ran his fingers through Laxus’s disheveled hair.

But the next moment—

Laxus’s hand shot out and grabbed Rocco’s wrist.

"Ah...!"

Rocco let out a startled gasp.

Was Laxus going to hurt him again?

For a split second, the memory of earlier pain flashed through his mind, making his breath hitch even though nothing had happened yet.

Shaking, he shut his eyes tight—

But then...

Something felt different.

Carefully, he peeked his eyes open.

The grip on his wrist wasn’t painful at all.

If it had been the Laxus from a few minutes ago, he would have crushed Rocco’s wrist without hesitation.

But this grip—

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The gentle, careful touch of the Laxus who always handled him with such tenderness.

"──Rocco... Rocoo...!"

A frail voice called out, making Rocco snap back to attention.

"Laxus...!?"

He leaned in, eyes widening in shock.

Laxus’s pale lips parted as he desperately forced out the words.

"G-Get away... Run, Rocco...!"

"Huh...?"

Run?

Why?

From who?

From Laxus...?

Before he could process it, Rocco was suddenly lifted off the ground.

Startled, he twisted around—

And found Georgio, his usual carefree smile gone, staring at Laxus with a tense, guarded expression.

Ragar stood beside him, just as wary, his lips curled back in a low, threatening growl.

What was going on?

Why were they reacting like this?

What was happening to Laxus?

Flustered, Rocco tried to make sense of the situation when Georgio muttered darkly under his breath.

"Be careful, Master. I can sense the presence of a troublesome curse coming from him."

"...Curse?"

Rocco blinked his eyes, caught off guard by Georgio’s ominous words.

A curse?

Was he saying Laxus was cursed?

Dazed, Rocco glanced at Laxus, then furrowed his brows in thought.

At first, he wasn’t sure what to make of it, but—

Georgio’s words made sense.

Laxus had been acting completely unlike himself.

As if he wasn’t Laxus at all...

And that’s when it hit him.

A memory from the underground prison surfaced in his mind.

"You are my direct descendant. The vessel for the ’Demon Soul’ was originally meant to be you."

Deimos’s words.

The ones that had clearly shaken Laxus.

At that moment, a brilliant deduction sparked in Rocco’s brain.

A genius-level, mind-blowing revelation.

The kind that would make a certain famous detective proud.

After all, Rocco was a super-smart, ultra-cool kid, with the mind of an adult hidden inside.

And the truth was always just one.

He dramatically pointed a finger at Laxus.

"You can’t fool me! YOU’RE Deimos, AREN’T YOU!?"

Boom!

Rocco’s dramatic accusation, delivered like the climax of a detective drama, made Laxus’s eyes widen in shock.

For a moment, he froze.

Then, slowly, a smirk twisted onto his lips as he staggered to his feet.

What...? What was going on?!

Laxus’s body was clearly exhausted—he shouldn’t have been forcing himself to move.

Was this some kind of joke? Because it wasn’t funny at all!

As Rocco tensed up, puffing out his cheeks in frustration, Laxus—or rather, Deimos—let out a mocking chuckle and replied, "Heh... Took you long enough, idiot. Your dullness truly knows no bounds."

Gasp!

Rocco reeled back in horror.

But—but—but!

He had figured it out faster than anyone else!

He had been so sharp! So observant!

And yet, now he was being called an idiot... by Laxus’s face of all things?!

Tears welled up in his eyes as he sniffled.

"Sniff... That’s so mean... Waaaah...! I’m not an idiot, I’m cool...!"

"There, there, Master. You’re super cool. Not an idiot at all, nope," Georgio cooed soothingly.

Rocco trudged back to Georgio, burying his face in his chest with a tight hug.

Georgio lifted him up and patted his head comfortingly, murmuring reassurances.

After taking a moment to recover, Rocco sniffled out a quiet, "Thanks," and wiggled out of Georgio’s arms.

He turned back to Deimos—who still possessed Laxus—only to find him blinking in confusion.

What?

He was fine now!

They could get back to the conversation!

Sorry for the little time-out!

"Hey, Deimos! Get out of Laxus this instant! And how the hell did you even possess him?!"

Wait...

Rocco squinted.

Now that he was really looking, Laxus’s normally brilliant red eyes looked clouded.