Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 311: Reinforcements Arrive

If so, they must have gone to the Di Malvento family to get help.

Which meant—

Makarov was right.

Reinforcements would be here soon.

"Oh, thank goodness..."

Rocco sighed, feeling relieved all over again.

But before he could fully relax—

Makarov suddenly poked his cheek.

Boop.

"...Mmh?"

Rocco blinked up at him in confusion.

What was that for?

What did he want now?

Makarov, still smiling, asked casually—

"So... are you going to explain now?"

"...Explain what?"

Rocco’s stomach dropped.

Makarov’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes sharpened slightly.

"How did an outsider’s soul end up inside Laxus’s body?"

Oh.

Right.

Rocco froze.

...He needed to explain.

For some reason, he had just assumed Makarov already knew everything.

Makarov had been moving so confidently this whole time, making such precise decisions—it felt like he had everything figured out.

But he didn’t.

Rocco swallowed his saliva and nodded his head rapidly.

They had some time before reinforcements arrived, so he hurriedly explained everything.

He told him about Deimos.

About how and why he possessed Laxus.

And about what he had tried to do.

By the time Rocco finished—

Makarov was silent.

And his expression was terrifying.

His gaze, locked onto Laxus—no, onto Deimos—was filled with dark, murderous intent.

Even Rocco could tell.

Makarov’s usual relaxed demeanor was completely gone.

This wasn’t the playful, carefree Makarov he had seen before.

This was a real mafia boss.

This was a man who could crush his enemies without a second thought.

Of course, Rocco had expected him to be angry.

Deimos’s goals.

The fact that he had used Laxus’s body.

And worst of all—

That he had tried to hurt Rocco.

Rocco knew that Makarov wouldn’t just let that slide.

But this much rage?

That was... surprising.

Almost as if—

Makarov was seconds away from killing Deimos on the spot.

A sharp shudder ran down Rocco’s spine.

"U-uhh..."

As Rocco trembled, worried that at this rate Makarov might obliterate both Deimos and Laxus together, he suddenly noticed something.

In the distance, a commotion could be heard, gradually getting closer.

Could it be—?!

A spark of hope lit up in Rocco’s heart.

Still shaken but eager, he wriggled out of Makarov’s arms and rushed toward the window.

The entrance to the balcony lay ahead.

Carefully avoiding the shattered remains of the glass door, he pushed forward until he finally stepped outside.

Narrowing his eyes, he peered into the distance—

And then, his face lit up with joy.

"Mr. Makarov! The help is here!"

He spun around, shouting urgently.

At the same time, Makarov had been moments away from firing an extremely dangerous spell at Laxus—something far worse than the piercing magic from before.

But as soon as Rocco’s voice rang out, the spell vanished just before it could be unleashed.

That was way too close.

If Rocco had been even a second late, Laxus might have been sent to the afterlife.

Laxus, still restrained by magical chains, collapsed onto the ground—or rather, was forced down by an invisible weight.

As if gravity itself had intensified around him.

Makarov gracefully stepped past him and walked out onto the balcony alongside Rocco.

Just then, a carriage raced through the front gates and came to a screeching halt.

The doors burst open—

And out stepped two furious figures.

His father.

And Sylas.

"Father! Brother!"

Waving both his arms wildly, Rocco called out to them.

As soon as their eyes landed on him, they shouted—

"Rocco!"

Excited, Rocco tried to climb onto the balcony railing, but before he could do anything reckless—

Makarov swiftly caught him from behind.

"Now, now. That’s dangerous," he chided.

Dangling helplessly in Makarov’s arms, Rocco kicked his legs in protest.

Then, with a flick of Makarov’s finger, Laxus—still limp—was lifted into the air and pulled toward them.

Rocco gawked.

Wait.

Makarov could do that too?!

Once Laxus was close enough, Makarov casually dropped him onto the ground.

And then—without a second thought—he jumped off the balcony.

With Rocco still in his arms.

...At this point, it was just pure chaos.

But well...

It was Makarov.

The final boss dad.

Nothing was off-limits with him.

"Ah, Marcus. You’re late," Makarov said casually. "As you can see, your beloved son is safe, so you can—"

"Rocco!!"

Completely ignoring Makarov’s words, Marcus rushed forward quickly.

With zero hesitation, he snatched Rocco out of Makarov’s grasp—

And squeezed him tightly.

It was like a scene straight out of a dramatic reunion, as if he had just found his long-lost child.

Flustered, Rocco awkwardly hugged him back.

Ah...

It had been a while since he was held like this.

His father’s embrace was so warm and comforting.

Rocco nuzzled into it.

Hehe.

"My Rocco...! My dear Rocco...!"

His father’s voice trembled.

"This is all my fault... I should never have allowed that little brat’s engagement to happen! No, it’s over. We’re leaving. The engagement is canceled. Rocco, you will stay by my side forever!"

"Marxus, wait—"

"I agree," Sylas interrupted. "Rocco should marry me. Let’s burn this place to the ground and go home."

"Hey! Hold on, you two!"

Surrounded by their intensity, Rocco began sweating nervously.

What was happening?!

Both his father and Sylas were completely losing it!

This was a disaster!

What exactly had Georgio and Ragar told them?!

The way they were acting, it was like—

Like they believed Laxus was some violent abuser who had done something awful to him!

Fuming, Rocco puffed out his cheeks and slapped his father’s face.

His father froze.

Taking advantage of the moment, Rocco wriggled free from his arms.

Success!

He had escaped.

Feeling victorious, he puffed out his chest and declared—

"Father! Brother! Laxus isn’t the bad guy! He didn’t do anything terrible to me!"

He stomped his foot in frustration and marched over to Makarov.

Then, pointing straight at Laxus—

Or rather, at Deimos, who was possessing him—

He boldly announced—

"The real villain is this guy! Deimos is inside Laxus’s body!"

But no one reacted.

There was no ’What?! No way!!’ moment.