Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 312: Rocco’s Frustration

Just—

A collective ’Hmm.’

Especially from his father and Sylas.

They didn’t even seem interested in the truth.

That...

That was rude.

Rocco had dramatically delivered the truth, and all he got was a half-hearted response?!

Feeling a little sulky, he pouted and lowered his head.

Immediately, Sylas scooped him up.

"My bad, Rocco," Sylas said, stroking his hair. "Honestly, I don’t care about who’s possessing who. All I see is a bastard who tried to hurt you."

"Mu-Muuuh...!"

Rocco puffed up his cheeks again.

This wasn’t something to brush off!

As if trying to calm him down, Sylas gently patted his head.

His father, too, joined in, pinching his chubby cheeks.

Wait.

What was happening?

They had just been furious a second ago.

And now it was suddenly ’poke Rocco’s cheeks’ time?!

Confused but powerless against their affectionate assault, Rocco let them squish his face.

Then—

Makarov sighed dramatically.

"Well, I understand how you two feel, but... this isn’t something you can just ignore."

He clapped his hands together.

"This is a serious situation."

His father and Sylas glanced at him lazily.

They looked bored.

And very uninterested.

Clearly, their thoughts were—

’We don’t care.’

’Let’s just go home.’

But Makarov completely ignored that.

"Well, standing around talking isn’t very efficient. Why don’t we move inside?" he suggested, motioning toward the mansion.

"By the way, is this guy dead? He hasn’t moved at all for a while."

Sylas muttered as he looked down at Laxus, who was sprawled motionless on the ground with an expression of contempt.

Hearing that, Rocco thought, Oh, that’s true! and he quickly run over to Laxus’s side, patting him lightly.

Pat pat.. pat pat...

No response.

He looked just like a lifeless corpse.

"He’s only unconscious from magic, not dead. I’m trying to forcibly extract the foreign soul inside him, but as you can see, it’s not going very well. For now, I’ve just knocked him out."

Even though his own son was in serious danger, Makarov spoke with a pleasant smile while sipping his tea elegantly.

Rocco couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by how casually Makarov said, "He’s not dead." Why was he smiling so much? And why on earth was he drinking tea in a situation like this...?

Rocco gently placed Laxus’s head on his lap, offering a makeshift pillow, and hugged him tightly to lessen the strain on his body. freёnovelkiss.com

It had to be uncomfortable lying on the hard floor like that.

Maybe this would make it a little better.

And just to be clear—this was for Laxus, not for Deimos.

"I heard Deimos has possessed him, which means that the prince’s consciousness has returned to his original body by now. To be able to separate only the soul from the body... that so-called ’Ritual of the Demon’ is quite the convenient curse, isn’t it?"

Marcus muttered bitterly while glaring at Laxus with open hostility.

He had been pointing his gun at Laxus this entire time, and Rocco had had enough.

He raised a hand in front of the barrel, scolding him with a firm "Hmp!" His father looked displeased but eventually lowered his weapon.

Good, good.

While Rocco nodded his head in satisfaction, the conversation among the adults continued.

At that moment, Georgio slipped in through the window and responded to the earlier comment.

Wait—why is he coming in through the window? Use the entrance like a normal person!

"Oh yeah, I just checked it out. The royal palace is in complete chaos. Apparently, the prince suddenly regained consciousness and started trembling and begging for his life. Everyone was totally freaked out."

Georgio laughed as he recounted the scene.

That’s not funny at all...!

Despite the fact that this was a dire and urgent situation, there was an oddly laid-back atmosphere in the room.

Rocco’s expression twisted slightly in disbelief.

The contrast was stark—on one side, a group of people calmly drinking tea and chatting; on the other, the supposedly "big bad villain" unconscious and sprawled out on the floor, completely helpless.

At this point, Rocco wasn’t even sure who the real villains were anymore.

Makarov was a full-blown final boss dad, his father had major antagonist energy, and Sylas didn’t act like a proper protagonist at all.

Come to think of it, Rocco had been pushing the thought aside for a while, but—could he even call this a "novel’s world" anymore?

With each passing year, Rocco’s memories of his past life grew fainter.

Even the small fragments of knowledge about the original story that remained were now completely useless.

Feeling a bit dejected about it, he gave up and chose to stay quiet, blending into the background. I

t didn’t seem like he had a role to play in this situation, so he figured it was best to just sit back and watch.

"Hah... What a hassle. But it looks like we have no choice but to head to the royal palace now. First, I need to report the pathetic excuse for security in the underground prison to His Majesty and demand immediate reforms."

His father spoke in a clipped, irritated tone, his expression dark.

Ever since Rocco had explained everything that had happened—including the part where Deimos had nearly assaulted him—his father had been like this, his brow constantly furrowed in anger.

They had already gotten past the "This engagement is canceled! Canceled, I say!" phase, but there was no telling when his frustration would boil over again.

Rocco needed to stay on high alert, ready to calm him down at a moment’s notice.

"I don’t care about dealing with the prince or assassinating the king. What matters right now is handling this. We should hurry up and rip out that soul and burn it to ashes."

W-Wait a second... Even his father hadn’t gone so far as to suggest killing the king! Sylas was being way too extreme...

Sylas vented his irritation by kicking Laxus in the back as he spoke.

H-Hey! Stop that! That looks painful!

Rocco tightened his arms protectively around Laxus, determined to keep him safe.

If no one else was going to step up, then he had to do it.

He was going to protect Laxus—no matter what.

Even as Rocco hugged Laxus tightly, the conversation continued.

Seriously, is no one else going to say anything about how roughly Laxus’s being treated?

Rocco huffed in frustration.

"I’d love to do that, but... According to that fox beastman, a possessed person’s soul should be able to move freely. But since that’s clearly not the case here, Laxus’s situation must be an exception."

"I think so too," Georgio chimed in. "His soul is all wrapped up in chains... It’s probably not just the curse. There might be some other magic or spell restraining it."

At those words, spoken right after Makarov’s, the room suddenly fell into silence.

Georgio blinked his eyes in surprise at the sudden silence in the room, as if wondering what had just happened.

Since no one else was saying anything, Rocco decided to cautiously ask Georgio himself.

"Um... Georgio, you can see souls?"

Georgio tilted his head as if Rocco had just asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Yeah? I can see them."

"Oh... I see. Um, I think that’s not normal..."

"Huh, really? I just assumed everyone could."

Georgio laughed cheerfully, and Rocco felt all the tension drain out of him.

There were so many things he could say or ask, but... at this point, it just didn’t seem worth it.

Well, it’s Georgio.

So, it’s makes sense.

It’s Georgio, after all.

"Ohh, I seeee. So that means I was the only one who could see my master’s bright, sun-like, beautiful soul... and also old master and young master sylas’s pitch-black, oozing, rotten ones. Huh, who would’ve thought?"

Georgio laughed, as if it were the funniest thing in the world, while Rocco broke out in a nervous sweat.

Georgio, stop! I don’t really get it, but whatever it is, stop right there! Saying Father and Sylas have dark, rotten souls? I mean... I kind of get it, but you can’t just say that out loud!

"Hah. I see now. This explains why Deimos set his sights on our Rocco," Makarov commented smoothly, as composed as ever.

His words made sense, but the fact that he never looked even mildly surprised unnerved Rocco a little.

If Georgio’s ability to see souls wasn’t due to magic or a curse but something innate, then... he probably wasn’t fully human.

Rocco had already suspected as much.

Georgio’s inhumanly high combat skills and physical abilities were far beyond anything a regular person should be capable of.

But honestly? I don’t really care about any of that. Georgio is Georgio. He’s family, and that’s never going to change.

Deimos and Ares had been gathering non-human allies, so they had probably tried recruiting Georgio at some point, too.

Not that Rocco had any intention of letting them take Georgio.

They need to step over his dead body first.

"Georgio, Georgio."

"Huh? What is it?"

Still cradling Laxus on his lap, Rocco couldn’t move much, so he beckoned Georgio over with a small wave of his hand.

Georgio plopped down beside him, and Rocco reached out to gently pat his head while smiling warmly.

"Georgio, you’re amazing. Seeing souls? That’s seriously cool. That’s super awesome."

"...! ...Ehehe, thanks."

Georgio inhaled sharply for a moment, then his expression softened into a pleased, bashful grin.

As Rocco continued to ruffle Georgio’s hair and pull him into a hug, the two of them enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

Meanwhile, behind them, the adults remained locked in a tense discussion, trying to figure out how to separate Deimos from Laxus.