Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 313: Stalking (Mahmoud’s Side Story)

"Hmm hmm, hmm hmm."

"..."

"Fufun, hmm hmm hmm."

"..."

──No way... Is this guy seriously trying to tail me...?

As Mahmoud walked down the hallway, he had noticed the presence following him from the very beginning.

The person behind him had obviously adjusted his pace to match his, so he had assumed that he had some sort of business with him.

However, since he hadn’t said a single word, the idea that this might just be some childish game of tailing had only just crossed his mind.

He was nearly at his destination.

As annoying as this was, it was about time to shake him off.

With that thought in mind, he suddenly stopped without any warning.

The presence behind him also came to an abrupt halt.

He even heard a small, panicked "Awa wa!" from behind.

Oh, come on.

At this point, he weren’t even trying to hide it anymore.

"...Haa."

Letting out a deep sigh, Mahmoud turned around.

What he saw was a long hallway, a small table meant for placing vases, and—trying to hide behind one of the table’s thin legs—a clumsy little figure that was doing a terrible job at staying concealed.

That little figure, already tiny to begin with, had curled up even further in an attempt to make himselves as small as possible.

He covered his head with both of his hands as if that would somehow make him invisible, but his backside that was sticking out from behind the table leg, was completely exposed. frёewebηovel.cѳm

As Mahmoud stared at the way that round, peach-like rear trembled slightly, he felt an unfamiliar emotion welling up inside him.

W-wait, no.

That’s not it.

It’s not like he found this cute or anything.

Not even a little.

This was just... pure idiocy, that’s all.

Trying to convince himself, he sighed and walked toward the trembling mess of a stalker.

As predicted, the peach-like rear began to shake even more.

"...Hey."

"Piiehh!!"

Without a care for the trembling figure in front of him, Mahmoud firmly grabbed the small, protruding rear with his hand, giving it an absentminded squeeze.

O-oh... What the hell? Why is it this soft?

Realizing what he was doing, he quickly pulled his hand away, snapping back to his senses.

The little fool looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling in protest.

"Oi, you’ve been scurrying after me for a while now. What do you want?"

"Wh-what?! Y-you noticed?!"

"Wait, you seriously thought I wouldn’t notice it? That’s what’s actually surprising here."

This little idiot—one Mahmoud was quite familiar with—had apparently genuinely thought he was stealthily tailing him.

Sighing in exasperation, Mahmoud decided to just let it go and roughly ruffled the little noble’s hair.

The kid let out a flustered "Awa wa!" while he hastily trying to fix his now-messy hair, making the corners of Mahmoud’s lips twitch upward.

Not that he found it cute or anything.

No, that was just a mocking smirk.

Definitely not anything else.

"So? What do you want? If you’re bored, go bother your attendants or something."

Most of the time, this kid’s requests were things like "Play with me~" or "Let’s eat snacks together~", all equally ridiculous and childish.

Expecting the same nonsense, Mahmoud asked with a sigh, but this little noble kid puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction before muttering: "Mmuu... Georgio and Ragar are away on a mission. But, but! They left me a message! They told me, ’If you get bored, go play with Mahmoud!’"

"Oi. What’s with that ’with’? They’re treating me like a damn plaything."

Mahmoud’s complaint was completely ignored.

The little kid just pouted his cheeks and fidgeted, swinging his arms and legs in protest, flapping around like an impatient chick.

"Play with meee!"

Watching the tiny thing flail about, Mahmoud barely stopped himself from laughing.

Seriously... what is this kid? So restless, fidgeting non-stop. Sitting there sulking like that, he looked like a damn stuffed toy.

"...Tch. Fine. What do you wanna play?"

As soon as Mahmoud mumbled those words, the little kid’s confused expression instantly lit up, his whole face beaming with excitement.

So easy to read.

Maybe that was why.

In this mafia world, people like him didn’t exist.

Letting your emotions show too clearly was like a death sentence.

But this kid—this little fool—was different.

He was probably the only one who could afford to be so open with his emotions.

And maybe that was why everyone around him instinctively wanted to protect him.

Mahmoud sighed as the little kid happily stood up, waving his tiny hands—so small and squishy they looked like a cat’s paw—before lunging at him with a radiant smile, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

If the boss or the young master were here, Mahmoud would definitely be dead by now...

"Hehehe, thanks, Mamoth!"

"It’s Mahmoud. And get off me—if someone sees this, my head’s gonna roll."

"Mmm? It’s fine! Mamoth works super hard, so you won’t get fired!"

"It’s Mahmoud. And I don’t mean that kind of ’fired.’ I mean my head would literally fly off."

With a quick flick to the forehead, the soft, pale skin immediately turned red.

The little kid pouted, pressing a hand against his forehead as his eyes welled up with tears.

Amused, Mahmoud roughly ruffled his hair.

This kid really liked being petted.

No matter the situation, as soon as Mahmoud ruffled his hair, he’d break into a smile.

It was honestly kind of ridiculous—but also entertaining.

"Hide-and-seek! And, and tag! And a walk! Oh, and we’re gonna make flower crowns too!"

"Ohh, is that so?"

The little kid bounced excitedly, listing off all the things he wanted to do, while Mahmoud responded absentmindedly as he got to his feet.

That’s... actually quite a lot.

Still, it was a hell of a lot easier than dealing with young master sylas when he was little.

At least this one didn’t say things like, "Playing? What a waste of time. If you have free time, go take out an enemy instead."

This kid was peaceful—completely different from the world they lived in.

With a small smirk, Mahmoud effortlessly lifted the little noble into his arms.

"Fwah! Mamoth’s carrying me!"

"It’s Mahmoud. Yeah, yeah, I’m carrying you. You’re too damn slow—this is just more efficient."

"I’m not slow! Don’t underestimate me!"

Technically, Mahmoud still had work to do... but whatever.

If he didn’t prioritize the kid and word got out, then his head really might roll.

Yeah, it was safer to just play along.

...Besides, it wasn’t like spending time with this kid was stressful or anything.

"Mahmoud! I’ll make you a super pretty flower crown later!"

"Hah? I don’t need that. If I walk around wearing something like that, everyone’s just gonna laugh at me."

"No way! I’ll make it with the coolest flowers, so don’t worry!"

The little kid puffed out his chest proudly, making Mahmoud let out an amused huff.

Damn it... This time, he couldn’t hold back the laugh.

"M-Mahmoud! Smiling looks way cuter on you than that grumpy face!"

"The hell are you saying, dumbass? Don’t go spouting nonsense."

Avoiding the kid’s sparkling, triumphant gaze, Mahmoud turned away and made his way toward the garden.