Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 191: A Suspicious Silence

Chapter 191: A Suspicious Silence

Just because they were taller and faster didn’t mean they could just pick him up whenever they wanted!

Hmph!

"My deepest apologies! Please forgive my rudeness in touching you without permission."

"...I don’t really care about that. What I care about is why you’re trying to keep me locked up in here."

Rocco narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing them.

The guards visibly tensed, exchanging uneasy glances before hesitating.

"Well... that is..."

Aha.

So they really weren’t allowed to tell him.

That was all he needed to hear.

Fuming, he turned on his heel and bolted again.

"Don’t follow me, idiots!" he shouted.

The guards, caught off guard, froze for a brief moment.

That was all the time he needed.

With quick, light steps, he dashed down the hallway at full speed.

Just as he rounded the corner, he ducked into a hiding spot.

Moments later, the guards’ frantic voices filled the air.

"Where did he go!?"

"Find him! Hurry and bring him back!"

The panic in their voices faded as they rushed in the wrong direction.

Rocco smirked.

"Heh... just as planned."

Puffing out his chest triumphantly, Rocco tiptoed away from the scene.

Of course, there hadn’t been any real plan—just the usual, spur-of-the-moment luck—but hey, things had worked out, so that was all that mattered.

With a quick nod, he picked up his pace, his small feet padding against the floor.

Now, time to go find Ragar and Georgio!

Raising a fist in the air, he set off on his journey.

That said, he had no real clue where to look.

For now, he decided to ask either Sylas or his father.

When it came to the whereabouts of the Di Malventos’ men, those two would know best.

Carefully sneaking down the stairs to avoid running into any more of the ’demon’ guards, he hurried toward the nearest office.

After wandering around for a while, Rocco finally arrived at his father’s office.

Since he’d taken a different route than usual, he had gotten a little lost along the way.

But thankfully, he’d managed to find it in the end.

He knocked on the door—knock, knock ready to enter when—

He suddenly froze.

From inside the room, he heard heavy, serious voices discussing something.

"According to Georgio’s report, it seems we’ve found the location, but—"

"Given the amount of blood left behind, the chances of survival are grim—"

Georgio?

He was sure he just heard Georgio’s name.

Did something happen to him?

His brows furrowed as he strained to listen, but the voices were too muffled.

Pressing his cheek against the door, practically squishing it in his effort to hear better—

Suddenly, the voices inside fell completely silent.

A few seconds later, the sound of approaching footsteps—steady, unhurried—echoed from the other side.

Huh?

Rocco blinked, but before he could even register the potential danger—

Click!

The door swung open.

"Wah—?!"

Without the support of the door, Rocco lost his balance and tumbled forward.

He landed with a thud right at the feet of whoever had just opened it.

Before he could even fully process his fall, a pair of hands gently scooped him up.

His head, which had lightly bumped against the floor, was now being carefully patted.

Mmm... the head pats felt nice.

"S-Sir! Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?!"

"It hurts a little," Rocco grumbled.

"I-I thought so! My deepest apologies!"

Who was the one who slammed a door into his forehead?!

Frowning, Rocco looked up—

Then, the tension in his brows vanished.

The man kneeling before him, looking utterly apologetic, was someone he hadn’t seen in a while.

A certain overworked aide, mercilessly pushed around by Sylas.

It was Philip.

"Philip! Long time no see!"

"A-Ah, yes, it’s been a while, Young Master Rocco!"

His ideal ’cool older brother’ figure!

Feeling a wave of excitement, Rocco immediately hugged him.

Philip’s arms wrapped around his back in return, holding him firmly.

Mmm, so warm... so comfy.

He let himself bask in the comfort, completely forgetting his original reason for coming here.

Nuzzling against Philip’s chest, he suddenly heard a strange "Gweh" noise from above.

...What was that?

Tilting his head in mild confusion, he was about to hug tighter when—

A deep voice called out from inside the room.

"Rocco?"

Oh.

That was his father’s voice.

"Father!"

Rocco wriggled out of Philip’s arms and trotted into the office.

Just as he stepped inside, he thought he saw Strasbourg quickly hide something behind his back.

...Was that just his imagination?

Strasbourg’s expression was completely neutral, as if nothing had happened.

For a brief moment, Rocco caught a glimpse of something that looked like a black box, but maybe it was just a trick of the eye.

Deciding not to dwell on it, he made his way further inside—

And landed straight into his father’s arms.

"Father! Rocco is here!"

"...I see. What happened to the guards outside your room?"

"Hm? Those guards were... your doing, Father?"

Oh.

"...Mmm, I’m sorry... I just really wanted to see you..."

"...I see. If it was because you wanted to see me, then I suppose I can let it slide."

So the guards were his father’s idea.

Feeling guilty, Rocco drooped his head, but his father surprisingly forgave him rather quickly.

Without another word, he was picked up with ease and carried over to the sofa, placed gently onto his father’s lap.

"Did you need something?" his father asked, his voice calm and gentle.

Rocco had originally planned to ask about Georgio and Ragar, but—

There was something he just couldn’t ignore.

He turned to Strasbourg.

"Hey, Strasbourg, earlier—you were hiding something—"

"No."

"...? But, I saw something, like a box—"

"It was your imagination."

That rushed movement from earlier... it was so unlike Strasbourg.

It bothered him.

But the moment he tried to bring it up, Strasbourg shut him down with an immediate response and a perfectly unwavering smile.

There was no room for a "But, but—"

Even Rocco could sense the subtle tension in the air.

With a frustrated little grunt, he sealed his lips shut and made a mental note to be more careful with his words.

Choosing his next question very cautiously, he hesitantly tried again.

"U-Um... Georgio and Ragar are missing, so I was looking for them... I thought maybe you’d know, Father..."

...Huh?

Something was wrong.

The moment he mentioned their names, the entire room fell into a suffocating silence.

His voice, which had been nervously rambling, cut off instantly.

A heavy, almost oppressive atmosphere settled over the office.

What...?

What was going on?

His face turned paled.

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