Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 333: Witnesses to Love

Laxus’s eyes widened like he realized something, then he suddenly launched a flurry of kisses in return and shouted, "Sorry!! I just— I love you so much, even the little-devil Rocco— I love every version of you!"

"Hehe. Yeah? Hehe... I love everything about you too, Laxus."

"Gahh! That’s too powerful!!"

Rocco tilted his head innocently as he said it, and Laxus dramatically collapsed, as if his limit had been reached. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

While Rocco cuddled the clingy, love-struck Laxus repeating "I love you, I love you," he suddenly noticed several large shadows looming over them and blinked in surprise.

Looking up, he gasped sharply.

"Ugh. Disgusting. I can’t even look."

"Truly unbearable. This is... just awful..."

"Oh, come on. You’re crying, Marcus. You were crying before, and you’re still crying now."

There stood Sylas with a sulky expression, Marcus dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief, and Makarov watching the whole thing with an amused smile.

Startled by the sudden appearance of the usual crew, Rocco let out a panicked, "Ahhh!?" and plopped down onto the ground, still holding the bouquet.

Laxus quickly swooped in and picked him up.

"You okay, Rocco? I’ll hold you close. Oh—wait, that bouquet must be heavy. I’ll carry it for you."

Rocco, his face hidden behind the massive bouquet, shook his head firmly and clutched it tightly, frowning in protest.

"No! This is my special bouquet from you! It’s mine, and I’m not giving it to anyone!"

"Guhhh!"

Pouting fiercely, Rocco puffed out his cheeks, while Laxus hugged him tightly and whispered something incoherent like, "Too cute... I can’t handle this..."

Laxus stroked Rocco’s head gently and reached out once more toward the bouquet.

Rocco glared suspiciously, but Laxus only smiled gently and whispered, "I’m not going to take it, okay? But it really is heavy. If you get squished under it, I’ll be heartbroken. I’ll give it back right after—I promise. Just let me hold it for now?"

"Mmm... okay. I’m sorry for going ’meh’ at you..."

Rocco drooped his shoulders as he spoke, and Laxus gently replied, "It’s okay," as he casually took the bouquet into his arms.

Laxus kissed Rocco on the forehead, and Rocco blushed deeply.

With a soft, happy smile, Laxus wrapped his arms around him tightly.

The air around them felt softer and warmer than usual, and Rocco found himself thinking, I really like this vibe, as he snuggled into Laxus’s embrace.

"Thank you for trusting me with it," Laxus whispered, still holding him close. "You’re such a good boy, Rocco. It made me so happy when you said the bouquet I gave you is special. I’m not mad at you, okay? So don’t be sad."

As Laxus whispered a d planting little kisses on his face, Rocco felt all the tension melt from his body.

He leaned into Laxus fully, basking in the warmth and comfort of it. So warm... so cozy... I love this feeling.

"...Hey. What’s the big idea, excluding me—his older brother—from all this? I’ll kill you," a voice suddenly cut through the peaceful atmosphere.

"Ah, my bad," Laxus replied casually. "I was so focused on my adorable wife that I forgot you were even here."

The sweet moment was shattered by Sylas’s aggressive voice. Rocco gasped, snapping back to reality.

Oh no, it’s not just Laxus here! He’d been so caught up in Laxus’s charming presence that he completely forgot—his father, Sylas, and Makarov were all standing there too. Oh no, they heard everything. That’s kinda embarrassing...

"Why are you all here?" Rocco blinked in confusion. "Did Father and Brother come to visit or something?"

"No," came the immediate, blunt reply, and Rocco’s shoulders slumped again. So they didn’t come to visit... huh. I totally thought that was it. But then... why were Sylas and his father here? Especially Sylas—he had been avoiding the Del Fiore estate for a while now. And things between him and Laxus were still a little tense. Thinking about it, their presence didn’t really make sense if they were just visiting.

Rocco tilted his head, lost in thought. It was his father who finally answered.

"We were summoned by Del Fiore’s boy. He asked us to witness his proposal."

"I came fully expecting to mock him when he got soundly rejected... Damn it. He actually took you away from us. Damn thief," Sylas added with a sharp pout.

Rocco’s eyes widened in disbelief. Wait, what!? So Laxus had arranged for them to be there... as official witnesses to his proposal? Rocco had assumed Laxus would’ve done it all secretly and gone ahead with the wedding preparations on his own.

But clearly, Laxus had considered their feelings and gone through the proper steps.

He really wanted to marry me properly, huh... That’s so like him. He’s amazing.

Rocco patted Laxus’s head proudly, and Laxus beamed at him with a sheepish, happy smile.

"But that means," Makarov chimed in, cutting through the awkward tension in the air, "you both officially approved of Rocco and Laxus’s marriage, right?"

Sylas and Marcus both looked like they had swallowed something bitter, grimacing hard.

Still, after a moment, they reluctantly turned their heads and muttered, "...I suppose that’s one way to put it."

"...Hmph."

Whoa...! They’d finally given their clear approval for the marriage.

Overwhelmed by the unexpected joy, Rocco’s entire face turned bright red.

He jumped into Laxus’s arms, hugging him tight and bouncing up and down.

"We did it, Laxus! Father and Brother said yes! I can be your bride now!"

"Y-Yeah... Hehe, I’m so happy too. I get to be Rocco’s husband."

Smiling from ear to ear, the two nuzzled into each other, rubbing cheeks like affectionate kittens.

Watching them from the side, both Sylas and their father looked devastated and deeply conflicted, muttering complaints under their breath.

"Damn it... I never should’ve approved... But look at Rocco—he’s too damn cute when he’s happy..."

"...It’s time to give up, Sylas. Look at Rocco’s smile. Isn’t this what we wanted for him?"

"Marcus, look in the mirror. You’re pretending to be all noble, but your eyes are full of tears. You look like you’re mourning."