Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 71: The Search for Laxus

Chapter 71: The Search for Laxus

While being carried by Sylas, Rocco darted his eyes around, scanning the surroundings with intense focus to ensure he didn’t miss the familiar white furball he was looking for.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze from above and tilted his head up in surprise.

"D-did something happen, Brother?" Rocco asked nervously.

The one staring at him was Sylas, his beautiful amethyst eyes fixed intently on Rocco.

Those eyes, so difficult to read, revealed nothing, and Rocco involuntarily trembled under their weight.

Seeing Rocco’s reaction, Sylas blinked his eyes slowly and murmured.

"...Why are you trembling? Are you cold?"

This oblivious older brother... Does he not realize the overwhelming aura he exudes?

Anyone would be intimidated by such a piercing gaze, Rocco thought with a conflicted expression flashing across his face.

Sylas, noticing Rocco’s unease, tilted his head in mild confusion, mirroring Rocco’s own gesture.

There was no way Rocco could say: No, Brother, I’m trembling because you’re scary!

So instead, he clamped his mouth shut.

Sylas, observing Rocco’s silence and lowered head, seemed to come to some conclusion.

He nodded to himself as if he had reached an understanding.

What was Sylas planning now, with that "Got it! Understood!" expression on his face?

Rocco watched Sylas nervously and trying to anticipate his next move.

However, to his surprise, Sylas who is still holding Rocco, deftly removed his own jacket and wrapped it snugly around Rocco’s body.

"...You’ll catch a cold if the wind chills you. Wear this."

Sylas, despite telling Rocco to "wear it," had no intention of letting him do it by himself.

Instead, Sylas wrapped Rocco up tightly in the jacket, leaving him looking like a snug little parcel, and nodded in satisfaction.

Rocco couldn’t help but protest internally.

This feels like I’m some lowly bandit who went on a spree of reckless plundering, only to be captured by a terrifying mafia boss and hauled away for punishment.

Bounded up in fabric and carried off—surely anyone who watches this scene would see him as nothing more than a pathetic figure.

Wasn’t he supposed to be the ultra-cool villainous second son?

So why was he wrapped up like this and being carried in the protagonist’s arms?

He wanted to keep his chin high, but tears of embarrassment prickled at the corners of his eyes, refusing to stop.

"Sniff... sniff... I’m not cool at all..." Rocco whimpered.

"...What are you talking about? You’ve never been cool," Sylas replied, deadpan.

Thud!

Rocco’s metaphorical heart shattered as his face paled.

Sure, Sylas might not like him, but wasn’t that a bit too harsh?

The bluntness of Sylas’s cutting remark sent Rocco into full-blown tears.

Pride?

What pride?

It had evaporated completely.

His lips quivered as he let out a pitiful sob.

Sylas didn’t seem particularly pleased with Rocco’s tearful state.

Frowning deeply, his brow furrowed, and his lips tightened into a thin line.

Then, for reasons Rocco couldn’t comprehend, Sylas started picking dandelions as they walked, handing them to him one by one.

Rocco blinked in confusion.

What was happening?

Why was Sylas, with his perpetually stern face, silently presenting him with dandelions?

Was this some kind of strange trap?

"...Children are incomprehensible. They laugh one moment and cry the next," Sylas muttered.

You’re a child yourself, Rocco almost snapped, but he held his tongue.

Although, to be fair, calling Sylas a "child" felt... off somehow.

But was Sylas really an adult?

Not exactly.

Maybe Sylas didn’t fully understand that he was still a child himself.

The thought flitted through Rocco’s mind, but he quickly brushed it aside.

After all, as Sylas’s disliked younger brother, it wasn’t his place to interfere in such matters.

"...Have you found the dog?"

"Huh? Oh!"

Rocco, lost in a whirl of thoughts about Sylas, had momentarily forgotten his original purpose.

The sudden question snapped him out of his reverie, and he began glancing around frantically.

Right, he was supposed to be searching for Laxus!

As he scanned the area, trying to spot his fluffy, squishy little puppy, Sylas suddenly froze.

For a brief moment, his usually composed expression hardened, and he came to an abrupt stop.

It was rare to see such an unguarded reaction from Sylas, who always seemed so effortlessly calm.

Blinking his eyes in surprise, Rocco looked up at his brother who is still holding him tightly in his arms.

Sylas’s grip on Rocco tightened noticeably.

Was he... tense?

Could Sylas be nervous about something?

"Brother, are you... scared of something?" Rocco asked cautiously, his movements restricted by the jacket that still bound him.

He tilted his head slightly, his face peeking out to look at Sylas.

Sylas’s gaze softened, his amethyst eyes narrowing faintly as he shook his head.

"...It’s not fear. It’s just..."

Just what?

Rocco waited in silence, his curiosity piqued by Sylas’s uncharacteristically subdued tone.

Sylas’s sharp eyes fixed on a single point in the distance.

After a moment, he spoke in a low, cautious voice that sent a shiver through Rocco.

"...Something feels... off."

Sylas’s face was so tense as he spoke that Rocco couldn’t help but tremble pitifully, clinging to his brother for comfort.

From within the jacket that bound him like a cocoon, Rocco managed to wiggle an arm free and hugged Sylas tightly, holding on for several seconds.

Just then, the bushes in the direction Sylas was staring at began to rustle.

W-what was that?

What’s going to come out of there?

Although fear gripped him, Rocco couldn’t rely entirely on Sylas to face it alone.

He steeled himself and raised his head bravely despite his trembling body.

After all, even if Sylas was physically older, Rocco was technically more older than him!

Hiding behind someone else wouldn’t be brotherly—certainly not cool.

Determined to prove himself, Rocco squirmed out of Sylas’s arms, flailing dramatically as tears welled in his eyes.

He raised his arms high and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ugh... I-I’ll protect you, Brother!"

He stood in front of Sylas, spreading his arms wide as though to shield him, making a bold declaration.

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