Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 62: Shrimp Lies and Custard Promises

Chapter 62: Shrimp Lies and Custard Promises

But the moment his hand touched his father, regret washed over him.

What if his father got angry?

What if he struck him?

Rocco plastered a sheepish smile on his face to diffuse the situation, though his heart was pounding in fear.

Was this going to be one of those moments where his father exploded with fury?

"How dare someone like you touch me! Off with your head! Go die!"

Rocco braced himself for a blow, ducking his head and squeezing his eyes shut.

Seconds ticked by with no reaction.

Confused, Rocco cautiously peeked up—and froze at the sight of his father’s expression.

"C-Cute... so... c-cute..." his father muttered, his face flushed a deep red.

Cu..te?

What?

No, impossible.

Was his father mean saying something about a cuke?

Wait, that is also impossible... was he means talking about custard?

His father’s cheeks burned as he pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle his words.

Rocco tilted his head, puzzled.

Why would his father try to hide a fondness for custard?

It wasn’t like Rocco was going to tell anyone.

Besides, what was so embarrassing about liking custard?

Sure, Rocco had never tried it, but it couldn’t be that bad.

As it turned out, his father wasn’t preparing to reprimand him or declare a death sentence.

Instead, it seemed he’d been trying to introduce himself.

Somewhere along the way, the topic had shifted to favorite foods, and from their conversation, he knew that his father didn’t like fish.

Ah, so his father also has a portion of food he doesn’t like.

If that’s the case, Rocco decided, he’d join in and casually mention that he doesn’t fish too.

He hoped that it could help him break the ice wall between them.

...and coincidentally—Rocco also didn’t actually like fish.

In fact, he hated it.

The smell of fish was too strong for him.

"Umm... I’m sorry, Father. I’m not really a fan of fish. I think I’d probably dislike fish too."

"...Hmm? Is that so? You’re not fond of fish?"

"That’s right! If I were to name any seafood I can eat, it’d probably just be clams like black clam..."

As Rocco nodded, praising the taste of black clams, he noticed his father’s expression shifting.

Although his father had brought up the topic of fish, he now looked at Rocco with a confused, almost incredulous expression, as if wondering, Where is this coming from?

"...Oh? But Young Master Rocco, I seem to recall you mentioning that shrimp is your absolute favorite," the servant with the conniving glasses interjected suddenly.

"Shrimp? I don’t think I ever said that shrimp is—wait, oh no!"

The servant’s probing gaze made Rocco freeze mid-sentence.

Just as he realized his mistake, he caught the glint of the man’s eyes behind his glasses, sparkling with amusement.

Oh no, shrimp! Rocco had forgotten about the lie he’d concocted—that shrimp was his favorite food—all to cover for Sylas, who had a shrimp allergy.

That little falsehood was now coming back to haunt him.

This is why lying was always a bad idea, Rocco thought miserably.

Telling a lie meant you had to carry it forever, and Rocco wasn’t cut out for such high-level deception.

"W-wait, no! I do love shrimp! Really!" Rocco stammered, trying to salvage the situation.

"Oh, is that so? But just moments ago, you said the only seafood you could eat was clams. You also said you didn’t like shrimp. It’s so Interesting, isn’t it?" the servant pressed, his tone dripping with mockery.

The relentless barrage of "oh, really?" attacks made Rocco clamp his mouth shut with an audible mughh.

He could feel the smug satisfaction radiating from the servant, who wore a sly grin that was impossible to miss.

Although the man’s glasses obscured his eyes, Rocco could sense the glimmer of triumph behind them.

He was certain it wasn’t his imagination.

Curse that conniving servant and his devious glasses!

Rocco thought bitterly.

He’s going to use my little lie as ammunition to take me down with some "gotcha" moment!

Just as Rocco was drowning in his panic, his father’s sudden movement caught the corner of his eye.

Turning his gaze toward him, Rocco froze, his breath hitching.

"F-Father...?"

"──...Could it be?"

"Eep! Y-yes, sir!"

What greeted him was the sharp, wide-eyed glare of his father’s amethyst-like eyes, rounder than Rocco had ever seen.

Those piercing eyes glinted with intensity as if they could see straight through him, making Rocco’s legs tremble and tears well up in his own eyes.

When his father grabbed his shoulders in a firm, unyielding grip, Rocco’s mind went blank.

This is it, he thought.

This is how it ends.

"You mean to tell me... you went this far only to protect Sylas? That you claimed shrimp—something you dislike—to be your favorite food, all for his sake?"

"I-I’m sorry! I promise from now on, I’ll eat shrimp and fish, every last bite of them!"

Rocco had no idea what was happening, but his father seemed furious.

Tears spilled freely down Rocco’s cheeks as he bowed deeply, trying to convey his remorse.

However, before he could process what was happening, his father gently pulled him upright.

Blinking in confusion, Rocco tilted his head.

Wait... is he not angry?

"...No more. Shrimp will be banished from this country. You may eat all the black clams you want instead," his father declared.

"...Y-you’ll give me black clam? Thank you so much! In return, I’ll go and make a custard for you, Father!"

"For... me? You’d do something for me?" His father’s voice softened, as if deeply moved. "I see... I see..."

Rocco didn’t understand much of what was happening, but he nodded his head eagerly at the promise of clams.

It felt rude to accept a gift without reciprocating, so he thought offering to make a custard would balance the scales.

Judging by his father’s emotional reaction, it seemed like Rocco had made the perfect choice.

So, this guy loves custard that much, huh? Who would’ve thought? It wasn’t even written in the original story, Rocco mused to himself.

Learning this unexpected little detail about his father made him oddly happy.

A small smile crept across his face as his cheeks softened with delight.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.