Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 196: The Master’s Call

Chapter 196: The Master’s Call

"If someone loses their arm... do they die right away?"

He was taken aback by the question he’d just asked.

It was a frightening thing to even consider.

He felt slightly repulsed by the thought.

In daily life, such a question would never come up.

He couldn’t help but feel that, after being reincarnated in this world for so long, his sense of ethics might be starting to slip.

Well, whatever the case, the situation now was about Ragar.

Rocco asked his question with a faint hope, and it was Sylas who provided the answer.

"...It depends on the treatment. If treated immediately, they likely wouldn’t die so easily. A sturdy beastman would survive even longer. But, in the end, it all comes down to whether or not they get treated."

So, if Ragar had been treated immediately after losing his arm, then there was still a good chance he could be alive?

But on the flip side... if the treatment had been sloppy, then his chances of survival were slim.

Losing an arm and surviving was something no normal person could imagine...

"Then, we have to go save him fast. The longer we wait, the more danger Ragar will be in!"

It felt like a race against time.

The longer they took, the more likely it was that Ragar would succumb and die.

What was that?

Maybe he was already dead?

Right now, he wasn’t going to think about that possibility.

Ragar was alive.

He was alive, understood?

"Do we not know where Ragar was taken?"

He hastily asked, only to realize his mistake.

Well, of course they didn’t know... If they had known, they would have gone to save Ragar already.

Rocco slumped his shoulders, feeling deflated.

As expected, everyone shook their heads apologetically.

But then, out of nowhere, Strasbourg handed him a scrap of paper, making him gasp in surprise.

"This is..."

"It was in the box. It seems to be a threatening letter addressed to you... Though, it’s strange that it doesn’t specify a location, considering it’s a threat..."

The letter began with the typical threatening words: "If you want your subordinate come back safely to his mastrr, come alone to the specified location."

Rocco couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.

He had only ever seen such threats in dramas, and now he was holding one in his hands.

He briefly forgot the serious atmosphere, giving the letter an exasperated stare.

Now he understood why everyone had kept this from him.

He might’ve gone off on his own and made a mess of things without telling anyone.

He realized he had overreacted without knowing the full story, and he needed to reflect on that.

With a bit of a depressed sigh, he started reading the entire letter.

"’The subordinate is with the master.’ ...Mmm, master?"

The letter mentioned that the subordinate was with the master.

Rocco furrowed his brows, thinking that the master of Ragar was him.

Then, he suddenly remembered.

The memory that resurfaced was a passage from a novel he had read in his previous life.

It was about beastmen slaves, and there had been a passage discussing the following: "Beastmen slaves who are purchased are branded with a slave nark. This brand is proof of ownership by the master. It carries a tracking curse and a curse of absolute obedience, and the power of this mark will not be nullified until it is overwritten by the brand of a new master."

How had he forgotten this?

This brutal truth about the ownership of

beastmen slaves had been hidden from public knowledge.

How could he have forgotten something so important?

The brand wasn’t just a mark of ownership, it was a curse.

Only a few slave traders knew about it.

Had his father and the others not known about this?

That would explain why they hadn’t been able to find Ragar.

"Hey, Strasbourg! Can you investigate Ragar’s previous master?"

"...? His former master? Of course, I can identify him immediately..."

"Hurry up find out about it! Ragar is likely with his previous master!"

Everyone gasped.

As Strasbourg quickly left the office, the others turned their attention back to the piece of paper.

"This... doesn’t it mean the master is Ragar’s previous owner?"

"...Such a misleading way of writing."

Rocco cast a side glance at Sylas, who was clearly irritated, and then turned his attention back to the black box.

As for what was inside... well, maybe it was better not to look for now.

If it really was Ragar’s arm in there, seeing it might be too much.

It would make him unable to do anything further.

In order to stay calm and rescue Ragar, Rocco decided to avert his gaze from the cruel scene in front of him.

...

He clearly remembered the moment when his master had left with the Del Fiore heir, he had planned to clean the room for his master, who would return exhausted.

He had made his way to the master’s room, but the moment he stepped inside, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and fell to the ground.

Instinctively, he ripped off his clothes to check, and saw that the brand, which had been significantly faded after treatment, was now emitting a strong light and heat.

It felt as though it was burning him all over again, and he struggled to endure the intense pain.

He writhed, trying not to destroy the master’s room in the process.

That was the only thought that kept him from losing control and preserved his sanity at the last moment.

Seconds passed, and soon his consciousness began to fade.

As his mind wandered, a single thought surfaced in his head.

The sensation felt as if it was being branded directly into his brain, and it was unsettling.

──I must go to my master.

Yes, to his master.

He needed to return to his owner quickly.

He needed to go back.

...No, wait.

What was he thinking?

His owner was his master.

This was his rightful place, his home.

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